<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:21:43.562+08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='God'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Discovery'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Life's Quests</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5503138903748347473</id><published>2009-12-15T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:14:57.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>Many a time, I feel this song so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Storm (Lifehouse)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have I been in this storm?&lt;br /&gt;So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form&lt;br /&gt;Water's getting harder to tread&lt;br /&gt;With these waves crashing over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see You&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be all right&lt;br /&gt;If I'd see You&lt;br /&gt;This darkness would turn to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And You will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;And I will get lost into Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You didn't bring me out here to drown&lt;br /&gt;So why am I ten feet under and upside down&lt;br /&gt;Barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see You&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be all right&lt;br /&gt;If I'd see You&lt;br /&gt;This darkness would turn to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And You will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;And I will get lost into Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;You will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;And I will get lost into Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I know everthing is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KiD-QXyuQM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KiD-QXyuQM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matthew 14:25-33 (New International Version)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the fourth watch of the night Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. "It's a ghost," they said, and cried out in fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus immediately said to them: "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, if it's you," Peter replied, "tell me to come to you on the water." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, "Truly you are the Son of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Syd8A9z9NNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWrtfkrTmhQ/s1600-h/1jesus_saves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Syd8A9z9NNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWrtfkrTmhQ/s400/1jesus_saves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433432970638546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5503138903748347473?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5503138903748347473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5503138903748347473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5503138903748347473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Syd8A9z9NNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mWrtfkrTmhQ/s72-c/1jesus_saves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5785743997486588165</id><published>2009-12-14T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:38:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz go Bathing...</title><content type='html'>Hubby got a coupon for a free car wash. SO, last weekend, we bought our Jazz for a splish-splash for the &lt;b&gt;VERY FIRST TIME&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, she's very, very, very, very, very dirty, sticky and dusty. Ewww.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby think there's a spider living somewhere outside of the car. There're webs everywhere, around the number plate and the side mirrors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine clear day for a bath. I think our coupon entitled us for a Wash Max, priced AUD 13.90 x 3.2 = RM 44.48!!! Yes, I am still converting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEXbnXdfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9cgg4H2Syho/s1600-h/1+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEXbnXdfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9cgg4H2Syho/s400/1+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415020402555975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must read instructions clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEXF1r1qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nUV9JTY6ExA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEXF1r1qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nUV9JTY6ExA/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415020396710450850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the car-wash-machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEWtA8ctI/AAAAAAAAAsA/phIC4Eu4Ooc/s1600-h/4+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEWtA8ctI/AAAAAAAAAsA/phIC4Eu4Ooc/s400/4+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415020390046790354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions, reiterated. Windows all wind-up, checked. Aerials lowered, checked. Side mirrors closed, checked. Driver not panicking, checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-pVi8AI/AAAAAAAAAr4/P_9LR82R94o/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-pVi8AI/AAAAAAAAAr4/P_9LR82R94o/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415019976742596610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I goooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-YFrUVI/AAAAAAAAArw/uBeZ-QH4-h4/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-YFrUVI/AAAAAAAAArw/uBeZ-QH4-h4/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415019972112634194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splish-splash!! Here comes the water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-JYCXGI/AAAAAAAAAro/d1m8xiABGgs/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD-JYCXGI/AAAAAAAAAro/d1m8xiABGgs/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415019968163109986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detergent... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD90wPZaI/AAAAAAAAArg/Y7JihjH2_ak/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD90wPZaI/AAAAAAAAArg/Y7JihjH2_ak/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415019962627483042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rollersss... It's really fun watching the rollers cleaning the car (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD9W0YdMI/AAAAAAAAArY/yzsnkDmxLjY/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYD9W0YdMI/AAAAAAAAArY/yzsnkDmxLjY/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415019954591790274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End product: One clean car. Two happy customers. And hopefully, a DEAD spider !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5785743997486588165?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5785743997486588165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/jazz-go-bathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5785743997486588165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5785743997486588165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/jazz-go-bathing.html' title='Jazz go Bathing...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYEXbnXdfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9cgg4H2Syho/s72-c/1+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8024510157585082430</id><published>2009-12-14T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:14:52.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>I Saw Mr. Santa Claus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa stuck in someone's chimney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYBmlprIeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v84TCNYW3ec/s1600-h/IMG_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYBmlprIeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v84TCNYW3ec/s400/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415017364413161954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8024510157585082430?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8024510157585082430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-mr-santa-claus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8024510157585082430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8024510157585082430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-mr-santa-claus.html' title='I Saw Mr. Santa Claus...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SyYBmlprIeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v84TCNYW3ec/s72-c/IMG_2597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8521657616431157251</id><published>2009-12-07T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:04:53.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Christmas Festival</title><content type='html'>Some weekends ago, a Christmas Festival was held in our suburb. The main road was closed to make way for food, rides, and even animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th Beatles came and performed (n_n)/ They were really good! Had the audience jumping to the front and dancing all the way, through songs like Help!, A Hard Day's Night, Twist &amp; Shout, Love Me Do, and so on. They had cute wigs too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWltZhX0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/uUEtOJAn82Q/s1600-h/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWltZhX0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/uUEtOJAn82Q/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366426778459970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly (or a fly or dragonfly) came out and play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWk7w02-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/INVoQ6DQ8y0/s1600-h/IMG_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWk7w02-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/INVoQ6DQ8y0/s320/IMG_2557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366413454433250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee.... rides for the kids... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWT0GI0qI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HH85M6VaVys/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWT0GI0qI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HH85M6VaVys/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366119338562210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're many colourful stores setup too. I think this store is selling girlie accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTlz8qyI/AAAAAAAAAqc/61yBykzkf_0/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTlz8qyI/AAAAAAAAAqc/61yBykzkf_0/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366115504171810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the train is also in town, fetching kids round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTfJCu4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/t71hZgwesz0/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTfJCu4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/t71hZgwesz0/s320/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366113713601410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTIiscTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3vOpy8ReoQc/s1600-h/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWTIiscTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3vOpy8ReoQc/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366107647177010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amusement game for kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWSjhZJgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/TCNEWj3f1nM/s1600-h/IMG_2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWSjhZJgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/TCNEWj3f1nM/s320/IMG_2551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366097709606402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really smells good. Pork, beef and lamb souvlaki (Greek wrapped food). Really wanted to try this, but the queue is reaaaaallllyy loooooong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBiGsOkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ie5AVmAZeuo/s1600-h/IMG_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBiGsOkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ie5AVmAZeuo/s320/IMG_2550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412365805271398978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia food!! Go go Malaysia! The lotus rice is good. But the char-siew-bao is just so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWlSKzwnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/u3LvXzn0GHs/s1600-h/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWlSKzwnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/u3LvXzn0GHs/s320/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366419468993138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farm animals. They're very tame and domestic. They seem unafraid of humans (and pesking petting kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWAssZoxI/AAAAAAAAApk/SxPqInt3Shg/s1600-h/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWAssZoxI/AAAAAAAAApk/SxPqInt3Shg/s320/IMG_2543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412365790934049554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More farm animals... fluffy chickens, pigs, lambs, sheeps, goats, cows (yes, there's one happily sleeping in the corner), deer, rabbits, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBJ53-QI/AAAAAAAAAps/bzvGXfbE9dY/s1600-h/IMG_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBJ53-QI/AAAAAAAAAps/bzvGXfbE9dY/s320/IMG_2544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412365798775191810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer hungry. Deer see camera. Deer want eat camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBf0wN2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/KWVrkH5I-88/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWBf0wN2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/KWVrkH5I-88/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412365804659292002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space shuttle to the universe! All rides are free (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWAe4TnWI/AAAAAAAAApc/t6UTL-gvGnc/s1600-h/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWAe4TnWI/AAAAAAAAApc/t6UTL-gvGnc/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412365787225890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8521657616431157251?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8521657616431157251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8521657616431157251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8521657616431157251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-festival.html' title='Christmas Festival'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SxyWltZhX0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/uUEtOJAn82Q/s72-c/IMG_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4896397123098584111</id><published>2009-10-25T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:54:12.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Grow, Basil, Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little basil I bought (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQ8HcV2n6I/AAAAAAAAApU/Dab25sDpR20/s1600-h/basil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQ8HcV2n6I/AAAAAAAAApU/Dab25sDpR20/s320/basil.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396504352061300642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4896397123098584111?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4896397123098584111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/grow-basil-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4896397123098584111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4896397123098584111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/grow-basil-grow.html' title='Grow, Basil, Grow'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQ8HcV2n6I/AAAAAAAAApU/Dab25sDpR20/s72-c/basil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-9138097853301281159</id><published>2009-10-25T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:26:31.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Mega Adidas Shopping</title><content type='html'>My colleague forwarded me an email on Adidas warehouse sale. From the looks of the brochure, it seems to be a good bargain. AUD 3 for socks, AUD 5 for shirts, AUD 20 for jackets, AUD40 for shoes, and so on. Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hubby and I decided to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales started at about 9 am. And we reached there about 10 am. And GOSH, cars are parked till the end of the road. Some are even parked on the grass areas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was held at Adidas headquarters office. They kinda transformed their basement carpark into a super big lelong market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards the Adidas building, we saw many people, who're done with their shopping and walking back to their cars, with boxes and boxes and bags and bags of Adidas items! It really got us excited!! I want to get a new jacket!! I could buy my brother some shirts!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really an eye-opener for us. Really, really an eye opener... I never really had experienced kiasuness until this very day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Their office basement carpark transformed into a lelong market. No racks or tables to display their items. Just boxes and boxes of stuff. You have to really dig into the boxes to find stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUGfKO3vI/AAAAAAAAApM/x8-CFN6Opzk/s1600-h/adidasA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUGfKO3vI/AAAAAAAAApM/x8-CFN6Opzk/s320/adidasA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396460355172884210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to shop alot and need a trolley? Use a cardboard box instead!! When we got in, the Adidas staff greeted us and directed us here to grab our "shopping trolley".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUGBxPw5I/AAAAAAAAApE/KtcjfkJUFx0/s1600-h/adidasB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUGBxPw5I/AAAAAAAAApE/KtcjfkJUFx0/s320/adidasB.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396460347283456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of a "shopping trolley" filled with items. As you can see, they're no different from the any box laid on the floor. There're many times when we're browsing around some boxes, and then someone behind came over and said "Excuse me, those are mine". Oppss... sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUFzqWISI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Xe2R8a1UQAY/s1600-h/adidasC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUFzqWISI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Xe2R8a1UQAY/s320/adidasC.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396460343496417570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes. Jackets. Sweaters. Pants. Shorts. Etc. Bermacam-macam pun ada. BUT... mostly in XL or XXL sizes. And the designs are kinda same. Though it's cheap, it's not really something I'll be interested in. Besides, I can't fit any of them. Still, I wonder why their "shopping trolleys" are so full. Oh, I saw a few shoppers getting 3 or 4 of the SAME item. Big family? Early Christmas shopping? (@_@)''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTwJsN3_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/RAI_jnks0r0/s1600-h/adidas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTwJsN3_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/RAI_jnks0r0/s320/adidas1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396459971452723186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOES!! Well, at least the shoes are nice. They even have the Stella McCartney range! Woo hoo... But, too bad, they have only size US 7 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTv_Usz_I/AAAAAAAAAos/TsrD7c0ai2A/s1600-h/adidas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTv_Usz_I/AAAAAAAAAos/TsrD7c0ai2A/s320/adidas2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396459968669732850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier counters... people buying in bulk. Huge, big bulk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTvqfS2dI/AAAAAAAAAok/Z5uNiSADFg4/s1600-h/adidas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQTvqfS2dI/AAAAAAAAAok/Z5uNiSADFg4/s320/adidas3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396459963077024210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, in case you're wondering. Yes, we did get something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pair of socks for me, and a water bottle for him. I think we spent less than AUD 10. And we're the only one came out without a bag or a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-9138097853301281159?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/9138097853301281159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/mega-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/9138097853301281159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/9138097853301281159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/mega-shopping.html' title='Mega Adidas Shopping'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SuQUGfKO3vI/AAAAAAAAApM/x8-CFN6Opzk/s72-c/adidasA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4530415608698034426</id><published>2009-10-09T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:47:31.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Answer to the Curious...</title><content type='html'>Ever since hubby and I started our life in Melbourne, we get many questions from curious friends and family. How is it like there? Is there chinese food? How is the weather like? Is working life more balance? Etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of so many questions of the curious I received, this is the one I get most frequent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are there durians in Melbourne????&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to answer your question, I'll just let the pictures do the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!! Durians on sale. Imported all the way from Thailand. Not so sure it's cheaper than M'sia. It was on sale in an air-conditioned supermarket, i.e. Woolsworth  (Jusco/Carrefour/Tesco equivalent). And there's no smell at all. So, from the display saying "Ripe when fruit exudes a strong smell", I think it's not ripe yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFzyaUdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pYLuiPJgFVI/s1600-h/durian1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFzyaUdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pYLuiPJgFVI/s320/durian1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391258554019238354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!! Durians nicely wrapped individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFZpxfsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/7JL6rHsCM9I/s1600-h/durian2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFZpxfsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/7JL6rHsCM9I/s320/durian2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391258547003686594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durians are heaty. So get some coconut drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFB8S4AI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ee32BZ_HqVc/s1600-h/coconut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFB8S4AI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ee32BZ_HqVc/s320/coconut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391258540638920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4530415608698034426?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4530415608698034426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/answer-to-curious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4530415608698034426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4530415608698034426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/answer-to-curious.html' title='The Answer to the Curious...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/StGZFzyaUdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pYLuiPJgFVI/s72-c/durian1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4430273573849955709</id><published>2009-10-09T07:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:46:41.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I want to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance like no one's watching. &lt;br /&gt;Sing like no one's listening. &lt;br /&gt;Work like I don't need the money. &lt;br /&gt;Love like I've never been hurt before. &lt;br /&gt;Live like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat like I'll not gain any weight (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too big, too fun, too beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I stay idle, silent, or bitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, open my eyes to this world You created.&lt;br /&gt;And let me savour every moment, every presence, every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And proclaim aloud from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That it is very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ss6Hor4KKgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/h1X084KiCfg/s1600-h/creation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ss6Hor4KKgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/h1X084KiCfg/s320/creation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390394937051851266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genesis 1: 31 (emphasis italics, mine)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saw all that He had made, and it was &lt;i&gt;very good&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4430273573849955709?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4430273573849955709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4430273573849955709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4430273573849955709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to.html' title='I want to...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ss6Hor4KKgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/h1X084KiCfg/s72-c/creation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5058108918279492586</id><published>2009-10-03T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:34:15.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Already?</title><content type='html'>We were at Chadstone (huge shopping mall!!) one weekend for some grocery + homeware + window shopping. Myer was having mid-season sale and we're looking for some towels and manchester. So, we thought, why not have a look in Myer as well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, FYI, Myer is like Metrojaya/Parkson/Isetan in M'sia. Their items are slightly on the pricey side. But you can get really good bargains during their sale. Sometimes, their sales prices are equal or even lower than Target or Kmart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, FYI (again), Target or Kmart or Big-W are like Jusco in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh ya, Myer's sale...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, guess what was on sale? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas items!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we're not that surprised anymore. We realised that sale is a culture here in Melbourne. Pre-season sales. In-season sales. Post-season sales. They never seem to end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at the very edge of winter (read: before winter was over), shops everywhere are having SUMMER sales. *&lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt;* Have people here forgotten that there's a season in between winter and summer, called SPRING? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, even when the weather is still so cold and windy (we still do get single digit temperature!), bikinis and swimwear are on sale everywhere! And people everywhere are preparing their body to fit into those sexy, skimpy bikini (for female) and those triangular-shaped, underwear-lookalike swimming trunk (for male).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people jogging in the park and even along the busy streets in the city (yes, imagine jogging along Jalan Tun Razak). More people hitting the gym. People taking fruits and salads for meals. Slimming and lose-weight programs advertised everywhere. Guys trying to divide their united, singular-pack into six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here really work hard for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to the sales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, I see a Christmas tree... What month is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssaii09nhVI/AAAAAAAAAns/jXsWagCEY7g/s1600-h/sale1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssaii09nhVI/AAAAAAAAAns/jXsWagCEY7g/s320/sale1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388172723411715410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, I see another Christmas tree... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaihvAS7JI/AAAAAAAAAnU/sE8ItfyP2Z8/s1600-h/sale4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaihvAS7JI/AAAAAAAAAnU/sE8ItfyP2Z8/s320/sale4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388172704632466578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chubby and cute &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandalf"&gt;Gandalf (Lord of the Rings)&lt;/a&gt; statue.... Yes, hubby? ... Ohh... It's not Gandalf?? It's Santa Claus????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaiiQ0ENUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FVsdVH5XAY0/s1600-h/sale2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaiiQ0ENUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FVsdVH5XAY0/s320/sale2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388172713707976002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kangaroo celebrating Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssaihz3a_FI/AAAAAAAAAnc/jeu4Sx2P87c/s1600-h/sale3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssaihz3a_FI/AAAAAAAAAnc/jeu4Sx2P87c/s320/sale3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388172705937423442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5058108918279492586?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5058108918279492586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5058108918279492586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5058108918279492586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas Already?'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssaii09nhVI/AAAAAAAAAns/jXsWagCEY7g/s72-c/sale1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2219181615722507957</id><published>2009-10-02T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:00:22.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>On the Way to Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view on the way to church on a sunny Sunday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaiGf1K7YI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ujPAtpGN_Qs/s1600-h/church1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaiGf1K7YI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ujPAtpGN_Qs/s400/church1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388172236702805378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2219181615722507957?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2219181615722507957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-way-to-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2219181615722507957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2219181615722507957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-way-to-church.html' title='On the Way to Church'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SsaiGf1K7YI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ujPAtpGN_Qs/s72-c/church1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4725671810905212184</id><published>2009-10-01T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:59:31.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>On the Way Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home one fine day. Can't help but to snap this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssah3y-fEdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4Rp1wnrDU_U/s1600-h/walkinghome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssah3y-fEdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4Rp1wnrDU_U/s400/walkinghome.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388171984144110034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4725671810905212184?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4725671810905212184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-way-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4725671810905212184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4725671810905212184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-way-home.html' title='On the Way Home...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Ssah3y-fEdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4Rp1wnrDU_U/s72-c/walkinghome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4439169752841021293</id><published>2009-09-23T12:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:59:22.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Broadband Internet</title><content type='html'>Now that we have our own unit, we applied broadband internet so we can surf the net at home. Hubby can also &lt;s&gt;“snake”&lt;/s&gt; work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have, like, 80 Gig a month (or something like that) – 40 Gig for off-peak hours and another 40 Gig for peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week or two, hubby looked at me with a somehow sad expression and sighed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear,” he sighed, “I think we’re overpaying the subscription and under-utilising the broadband.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, really?” I questioned. It’s not so surprising to me, actually. I don’t go online at home. I don’t even want to open my notebook at home. My notebook shall sit quietly in &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; Hennley’s notebook bag (yes, she loaned it to me), in the corner of the room. I’ve been facing the notebook the whole 8-working-hours, and I’m not going to face it after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... NOT even Facebook can tempt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am DETERMINED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am INVINCIBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear,” my hubby sighed again, “will you &lt;i&gt;PLEASE&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;make good use of the bandwidth&lt;/b&gt;? Else, I think we need to consider another subscription plan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... my hubby is pleading me. How can I ignore his sorrowful cry for my help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok dearest, I’ll try my very best” I promised him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, I fulfilled my promise to the maximum. I heed his cry. I noticed the pointless waste. And I stood in between the gaps... of the unused bandwidth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, I started my journey to redeem the lost ... and the unused bandwidth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started streaming Korean dramas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I streamed 1-2 episodes per night. The drama is really very interesting. Then, I streamed 2-3 episodes per night. And then, 3-4 episodes per night. I usually sleep before midnight. These days, I’ve been sleeping at 1 AM. I’m almost finished with one drama, and already planning which drama to watch next. Oh, and I’m kinda watching two dramas together. My motivation to go home after work is to watch Korean dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, suddenly... one fine day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear,” my hubby sighed again, “I think you’re over-using the bandwidth. At the rate you’re going, I think we’ll be out of bandwidth before the end of the month”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@_@)'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I thought I saved the day?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, I get it. MODERATION. Nowadays, I do watch my beloved Korean dramas. But with moderation. Hope this discipline lasts (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, for those who are interested in watching dramas / movies... Cantonese, Japanese or Korean, head to the link here and feast yourself! They have a good and big selections of dramas / movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com"&gt;http://www.mysoju.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl - I know, it's kinda old and 8TV aired it about 1-2 years ago. But I missed it. All thanks to my wonderful workaholic personality (and my work that feeds my workaholicsm). Love the storyline. Love the characters. Love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SrmryrduRVI/AAAAAAAAAms/oiOjO3XZsvk/s1600-h/mygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SrmryrduRVI/AAAAAAAAAms/oiOjO3XZsvk/s320/mygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523716647339346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Over Flowers - Korean version of the Japanese manga "Hana Yori Dango". A LOT better than the Taiwanese version "Meteor Garden". Cuter boys and girls. Though I don't really like those scenes in the drama where the characters just stared at each other/play around/having fun/looking sad/thinking/etc., with some catchy/sad/romantic background music, for a very very very looooong time. Fast forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SrmryFJtHMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/p-dkI9GEZcM/s1600-h/Boys_over_Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SrmryFJtHMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/p-dkI9GEZcM/s320/Boys_over_Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523706362830018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4439169752841021293?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4439169752841021293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/broadband-internet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4439169752841021293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4439169752841021293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/broadband-internet.html' title='Broadband Internet'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SrmryrduRVI/AAAAAAAAAms/oiOjO3XZsvk/s72-c/mygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7024157668343285216</id><published>2009-09-06T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:37:21.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day (Aussie Version)</title><content type='html'>Today, in Australia, is Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPIE FATHER'S DAY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BIGGEST HAPPIE FATHER'S DAY to the Father of all fathers, King of all kings and Lord of all lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu9K5kzKPcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu9K5kzKPcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He Knows My Name (I Have A Maker)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Paul Baloche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Maker&lt;br /&gt;He formed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Before even time began&lt;br /&gt;My life was in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Father&lt;br /&gt;He calls me His own&lt;br /&gt;He'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows my name&lt;br /&gt;He knows my every thought&lt;br /&gt;He sees each tear that falls&lt;br /&gt;And He hears me when I call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7024157668343285216?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7024157668343285216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-fathers-day-aussie-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7024157668343285216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7024157668343285216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-fathers-day-aussie-version.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day (Aussie Version)'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4705978254938670310</id><published>2009-09-05T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:10:50.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Experience in Melb: A Not So Ang-Mo Life</title><content type='html'>All my life, I have not visited any countries except for Malaysia (home-country), Singapore (how modern Malaysia would look like in Lego world) and Thailand (somewhat like a non-Malay/Chinese/Indian-speaking Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have never gone out of Malaysia, or her lovely influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hubby told me that we're going there, I pictured us staying in a foreign land filled with western influences and surrounded by fair-skins, blond hairs and blue eyes. I pictured an ang-mo life in Melbourne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2-3 months now since we first arrived. And to my surprise, life here is not as ang-mo as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I pictured myself eating corn flakes, milk, sunny-side-up eggs for breakfasts. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink Milo for breakfast. The Milo here is A LOT tastier!! More chocolatie and not so sweet!! And yes, I can finished up a 1.25 kg Milo in 3 weeks! Ok ok, I'm denying the fact. I actaully finished it in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I pictured myself eating sandwiches and pasta for lunches. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here seldom go out for lunches. Usually, some would pack their own lunches. And some would just eat whatever they can find in the pantry. My office pantry has frozen expired bread (yes, FROZEN &amp;amp; EXPIRED since July), peanut butter and fruits. So, they'll make peanut-butter-banana-sandwiches (@_@)... I usually cook more the night before and pack some for my lunch the next day. It's usually chinese food - rice, stir-fry vege and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I pictured myself preparing whole chicken to be roasted for dinner.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is kinda true. My kitchen is equipped with an oven. And I just looooove experimenting new dishes with it (n_n)/ I've tried making roast chicken, baked fish, baked potatoes + pumpkins + vege, etc etc etc, and the latest, TANDOORI chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I pictured myself surrounded by blond-hairs and blue-eyes. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's soooooooo many Indians &amp;amp; Asians around. Sometimes, I don't think I'm in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I pictured myself to be shorter than average girls.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* I am taller than I thought :P Ya man, I'm proud of my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I pictured a world with less shopping malls and less people in the malls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I found Chadstone and Southland. Super big, mega-mall. Packed with billiooooons of people. OK, billions is a bit exaggerating. But there's so much people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I pictured myself having a hard time finding Asian food and ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the area where I'm living, there's about 2-3 Thai restaurants, 1 Malaysian restaurant, 4-5 Korean/Japanese, and somewhat a few more Asian restaurants... and then there's 3-4 Asian grocery shops (opened by Chinese and Koreans), 1 Indian grocery shop, and 2-3 Asian mini-markets. If you're looking for authentic Asian stuff (like, the classic blue-red china plastic bag, paper tang lung, penyapu lidi, bright pink laundary basin with a classic flower print at the bottom, etc.), you can find them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... speaking of Asian grocery items, I took some pictures of some interesting items I found :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is mooncake festival coming???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONU_OG43I/AAAAAAAAAmU/jHWInehpE3Q/s1600-h/asian1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONU_OG43I/AAAAAAAAAmU/jHWInehpE3Q/s320/asian1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297771718009714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa lotsa mooncakes in so many flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONUf9KlrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1CR0pIcqVZI/s1600-h/asian2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONUf9KlrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1CR0pIcqVZI/s320/asian2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297763325449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found A1 Bah-Kut-Teh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONT3ONUYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xkkyCJEkRCY/s1600-h/asian3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONT3ONUYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xkkyCJEkRCY/s320/asian3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297752391078274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Asian sauces and spices. Lotsa Lee Kum Kee stuff too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONTlfnhqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ohik0GmvA1o/s1600-h/asian4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONTlfnhqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ohik0GmvA1o/s320/asian4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297747632260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional, classic penyapu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONTKzXwjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/e89SHdrrypA/s1600-h/asian5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONTKzXwjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/e89SHdrrypA/s320/asian5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297740467356210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I took more photos. But people in the shop were looking at me as though I just came out of prison. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4705978254938670310?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4705978254938670310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-experience-in-melb-not-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4705978254938670310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4705978254938670310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-experience-in-melb-not-so.html' title='Interesting Experience in Melb: A Not So Ang-Mo Life'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqONU_OG43I/AAAAAAAAAmU/jHWInehpE3Q/s72-c/asian1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-531678770883872109</id><published>2009-09-04T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:51:16.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... beautiful sunset... &lt;br /&gt;What a view to end a working day (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqOTsiNufoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CWBrKVbjisI/s1600-h/work1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqOTsiNufoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CWBrKVbjisI/s320/work1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378304773318409858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-531678770883872109?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/531678770883872109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/531678770883872109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/531678770883872109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-sunset.html' title='Beautiful Sunset'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SqOTsiNufoI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CWBrKVbjisI/s72-c/work1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2727802837573041892</id><published>2009-09-01T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:46:59.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Twee Dee, Twee Bee, Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twee  dee, twee bee, boo,&lt;br /&gt;A little bird singing in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can sing, oh yes, she can,&lt;br /&gt;Though not as grand as the rest in her clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice cracks once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Like a frog or even a bull when riled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s learning, and trying her best,&lt;br /&gt;Though, every now and then, she would rather rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is undeniably ever so tiring,&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, often enough, rather discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough? A pounding ponder,&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculing the mind to the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-in-progress, a reason or a good excuse?&lt;br /&gt;Regardless which, it’s not a joke to be let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, in her nest she laid, a day or two,&lt;br /&gt;Then out she came, recovering from the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twee dee, twee bee, boo,&lt;br /&gt;The little bird sang out all her blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2727802837573041892?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2727802837573041892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/twee-dee-twee-bee-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2727802837573041892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2727802837573041892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/09/twee-dee-twee-bee-boo.html' title='Twee Dee, Twee Bee, Boo'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-1225277497218279743</id><published>2009-08-29T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:37:28.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Everything (Lifehouse)</title><content type='html'>Again, I listened to the song,&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I watched the video.&lt;br /&gt;It never fail to bring tears to my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Warmth to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's those words from the song.&lt;br /&gt;My heart said, I know those words.&lt;br /&gt;My soul exclaimed, I wrote them all.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the whole of me cried,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;How can I stand here with You, and not be moved by You&lt;/i&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everything (by Lifehouse)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose... You're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-1225277497218279743?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/1225277497218279743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-lifehouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1225277497218279743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1225277497218279743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-lifehouse.html' title='Everything (Lifehouse)'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-513403426902388532</id><published>2009-08-29T09:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:30:37.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Visit to the Library</title><content type='html'>I feel that I didn't do the library justice (see: &lt;a href="http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-to-library.html"&gt;A Visit to the Library&lt;/a&gt;). So, I deliberately visit the library again JUST to take photos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library outside. There's even a small playground for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPK-Szi4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HcULcJA-ERs/s1600-h/lib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPK-Szi4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HcULcJA-ERs/s320/lib.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203573950024578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view inside the library. Nice, neat, warm and comfy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPf4r9MbI/AAAAAAAAAls/EzSxYxO1ldY/s1600-h/library2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPf4r9MbI/AAAAAAAAAls/EzSxYxO1ldY/s320/library2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203933222154674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, books and more books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPMn4NpWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Yj_mDFtDSnU/s1600-h/books.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPMn4NpWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Yj_mDFtDSnU/s320/books.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203602292647266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPMZjkK0I/AAAAAAAAAlU/5QXZWYOUTWg/s1600-h/mag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPMZjkK0I/AAAAAAAAAlU/5QXZWYOUTWg/s320/mag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203598447946562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPLgDG0sI/AAAAAAAAAlM/9yVGIHyVDQc/s1600-h/cd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPLgDG0sI/AAAAAAAAAlM/9yVGIHyVDQc/s320/cd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203583010984642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you that books can talk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPLW28DnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZXxIwRYwP9M/s1600-h/cassette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPLW28DnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZXxIwRYwP9M/s320/cassette.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203580544028274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANGA!!!! My favourite section!!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPZ_k2YOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U4AiIB4sWC8/s1600-h/library3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPZ_k2YOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U4AiIB4sWC8/s320/library3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375203831992180962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-513403426902388532?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/513403426902388532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/yet-another-visit-to-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/513403426902388532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/513403426902388532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/yet-another-visit-to-library.html' title='Yet Another Visit to the Library'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SpiPK-Szi4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HcULcJA-ERs/s72-c/lib.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4148894374218566605</id><published>2009-08-29T08:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:17:37.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found in Melb: Super Cili Pedas Sampai Mati</title><content type='html'>On the Friday of my first week of working, I decided to join 2 of my colleagues for lunch. I thought it'll be nice to take some initiatives to bond with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought me to a Mexican restaurant call Mexicali Rose. But it's not the great yummy food that awed us the most. And, no, not the colourful interior of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the SPECIAL chili sauce they're selling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper HOT &amp; SPICY chili sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HOT, they called it the "Death Sauce".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few level of "deaths", i.e.: Original, After Death, Sudden Death, Mega Death, Death Rain, Ultra Death, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_llHQF6I/AAAAAAAAAks/UG-5BNNitSg/s1600-h/chili3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_llHQF6I/AAAAAAAAAks/UG-5BNNitSg/s320/chili3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186438861100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Death. I heard this one is the latest addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_mKq5ehI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8K8z-OD4bvo/s1600-h/chili4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_mKq5ehI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8K8z-OD4bvo/s320/chili4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186448942725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look. I no like scary skull face (=,=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_k8MI2PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FSXsNey5N_U/s1600-h/chili1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_k8MI2PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FSXsNey5N_U/s320/chili1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186427875743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients... super chilies and their seeds. No wonder it's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_lNv97lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D-K6YtEMaRY/s1600-h/chili2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_lNv97lI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D-K6YtEMaRY/s320/chili2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186432589426258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, they even have a website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.deathsauce.com.au/"&gt;www.deathsauce.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering... no, I didn't purchase any of them... and no, I didn't bother to try to taste either :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4148894374218566605?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4148894374218566605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-things-found-in-melb-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4148894374218566605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4148894374218566605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-things-found-in-melb-super.html' title='Interesting Things Found in Melb: Super Cili Pedas Sampai Mati'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sph_llHQF6I/AAAAAAAAAks/UG-5BNNitSg/s72-c/chili3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3566311028452099187</id><published>2009-08-22T08:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:26:32.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Experience in Melb: Talking like Them</title><content type='html'>After some time, I began to realise, Aussies have their own slang too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they usually talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: How is it going, mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Not too bad, not too bad. Yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Not too bad myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Where you're heading to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Aiiii am going to the Maccas (pronounce: Mec-kes). Feel like getting myself ayyeeee burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Ye, ye. They have fantastic burgers. Would you like to join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Nah. Aiii'll skip. You go ahead and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: No worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Alrighty. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to translate that into Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Wei... Hoo mou? (English: How are you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Hoooo. Sek joh mei? (English: Good. Eat already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Wanna go Mac-Dee eat burger. You want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Dunwan lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AAA: Ok lar. Bai-bai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BBB: Bai-bai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to those trying to speak like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When starting a conversation, always ask how's the person's day is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When replying a "How are you" question, always say "Not too bad" TWICE. Followed by a question back to the other person, e.g.: "Yourself?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use adjectives like "beautiful", "lovely" or "wonderful".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drag the "a" longer. E.g.: "It's a lovely day." &gt;&gt; "It's ayyyyeee lovely day."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When giving respond or agreeing, say "ye" AT LEAST twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When giving compliments, say things like "You're a star!".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To say "alright", say "alrighty".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To say "no problem", say "no worries".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;End the conversation with "Cheers" or "No worries".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? To them, I speak like an American. All thanks to their biggest import to Malaysia - Entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV dramas. Movies. Reality shows. Music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them or hate them, they teach us Eng-rish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3566311028452099187?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3566311028452099187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-experience-in-melb-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3566311028452099187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3566311028452099187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-experience-in-melb-talking.html' title='Interesting Experience in Melb: Talking like Them'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5809718905391580501</id><published>2009-08-14T21:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:28:38.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Visit to the Library</title><content type='html'>After moving our our new place, we found out that there's a library nearby. So, one fine afternoon (yes, I &lt;i&gt;WAS&lt;/i&gt; still unemployed. Note: past tense :P), I decided to pay the library a warm visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, the library was fantastic! It's modern. It's cozy. It's spacious. The staff are friendly. It has almost everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, almost everything a library &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have... including...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modern computers (WITH LCD monitors) for resource searching. Easy to use search features.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magazines - from food, automobile, cycling, fashion, lifestyle, etc. ... and even those 888 (read Cantonese: paht-paht-paht) magazine featuring Hollywood tabloids! Get your up-to-date news on Brangelina here :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fictions - Lotsa lotsa them. Teenage novels. Romance novels. Chick-flicks. Murder and crime. Fantasy novels. Etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-fictions - Books on travelling, cooking, automobile, religion, etc etc etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-English books - Err... don't really know what language they are, but I think they're some Russian and Greek books around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVDs - Ya man! Watch movie for FREE at home...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CDs - Oldies, Pop, R&amp;B, Hip hop, etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books that talk - I mean, audible books. Why read when someone can do it for you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphic novels - There's a section labelled "Graphic Novels". Curious of what that means, I went to have a look. And surprise, surprise! The library have MANGA / COMIC. Hehe. I spent most of my time in this section.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet - Yes, they have a section that looks like a cyber-cafe. But you have to book the time slot at least one day in advance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Useful facilities - Including child care center, story-telling center, discussion rooms, playground (outside of the library), and so on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, I signed myself up as a member. And even borrowed a few books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car magazine - For my hubby dearest :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook books (Asian &amp; Mediterranean) - Feel like cooking Paella and Ratatouille this week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fictions - Some easy reading for my train/tram ride to work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVieRJLP-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R_AZMRfPe1c/s1600-h/library1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVieRJLP-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R_AZMRfPe1c/s320/library1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369806402846670818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5809718905391580501?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5809718905391580501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-to-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5809718905391580501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5809718905391580501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-to-library.html' title='A Visit to the Library'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVieRJLP-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R_AZMRfPe1c/s72-c/library1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7624738932786905322</id><published>2009-08-14T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:05:34.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Yes! We're moving to our own unit. We rented a one-bedroom unit in a suburb about 20 minutes from CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving was TOUGH! Especially since we "collected" so much stuff from the day we came to Melbourne. We carried stuff and went down (via lift) to our car, and up to the apartment, and then carried more stuff and went down to out car, and then up again, and down, and up... Ugh... I think my biceps and leg muscles are building up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for our own mini pickup truck! Yup, I said it correctly. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pickup_truck"&gt;MINI PICK-UP TRUCK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. We realised that our lovely Jazz is not really a hatchback car. You just drop the back passenger seats, and VOILA, it transformed into a mini-pickup truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a picture of it. This picture is courtesy from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wheels24.co.za"&gt;www.wheels24.co.za&lt;/a&gt;. Empty view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.24.com/files/Cms/General/d/17/071bff80483f4cbf9fe797151d7e8776.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full and stuffed-like-sardine-can view. Hubby can hardly see the back via the rear mirror. Super dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVaMRh_8PI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D6xtZZXlCOo/s1600-h/car1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVaMRh_8PI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D6xtZZXlCOo/s320/car1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369797297620119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view. The car is really stuffed to the max! And also, I had 3 or 4 super heavy items on my lap. For a moment, I think my blood stopped flowing to my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVaL1geyrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9GJC38QIjdY/s1600-h/car2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVaL1geyrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9GJC38QIjdY/s320/car2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369797290097560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very, very, very dangerous drive. So, we drove very, very, very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, prayed very, very, very hard not to be stopped by police...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know, what a thing to pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we reached our unit safely! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. Carry our stuff up to our unit (this time, we have to climb a fleet of &lt;b&gt;STAIRS&lt;/b&gt;), and then down to our car to carry more stuff up, and down, and up, and down... More biceps and legs muscles and staminaaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Home sweet home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbtlZUA-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/AypXoJGS6tM/s1600-h/living1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbtlZUA-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/AypXoJGS6tM/s320/living1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369798969399706594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of stuffs we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbuLoNuVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-G3Q9sYrSZQ/s1600-h/stuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbuLoNuVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-G3Q9sYrSZQ/s320/stuff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369798979662756178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbvl4smDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jr7t8M1jjLI/s1600-h/bathroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbvl4smDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jr7t8M1jjLI/s320/bathroom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369799003891079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom. We have to sleep on the floor for the first night! It was torturous!! The floor was so cold and so hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbvT9WrlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uhIqac3szzs/s1600-h/bedroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVbvT9WrlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uhIqac3szzs/s320/bedroom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369798999078776402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVburXy31I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Nu4xe9cDDeg/s1600-h/kitchen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVburXy31I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Nu4xe9cDDeg/s320/kitchen1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369798988183822162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeeeeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had moved everything from the car into the unit, we prayed and commit the house to God. We prayed that the house will be filled to the abundance His presence and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7624738932786905322?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7624738932786905322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7624738932786905322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7624738932786905322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SoVaMRh_8PI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D6xtZZXlCOo/s72-c/car1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2161442817543538517</id><published>2009-07-31T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:25:34.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sorry and Thank You</title><content type='html'>We're moving to our new place soon!! But it'll be mainly just the 4 walls, the ceiling and the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... there's no TV. No Internet. No phone line. No tables. No chairs. AND NO MATTRESS (for one night, I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and the 4 walls, the floor and the ceiling. I wonder, how would I spend my time in my new home... I don't even know how to sit. Hahaha... well, we'll managed (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very thankful that we have a place to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're super thankful for our friends who have been supporting us and allowing us into their personal abode. And we're very sorry for all the disturbance caused. We felt that we've robbed away their comfort zone and their privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been a great blessing to us. And we prayed that God will continue to shower His blessings onto you guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may we be a blessing to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2161442817543538517?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2161442817543538517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-and-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2161442817543538517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2161442817543538517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-and-thank-you.html' title='Sorry and Thank You'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-797542275722676511</id><published>2009-07-28T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:57:38.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Trying out Mom's Recipe</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I attempted to cook my mom's dishes again. This time, I rang her up (I'm using a phone card: &lt;a href="http://www.ozprepaidcards.com.au/Carddetail.asp?PhoneID=25"&gt;DayBreak&lt;/a&gt;) to get to know in details of the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, yesterday dinner was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Sweet and sour, tomato sauce, pork chop.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom's recipe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pound pork chop like crazy. Marinate with oyster sauce and a bit of sugar, for 30 minutes or more.&lt;br /&gt;- Before pan-frying, coat pork chop with corn floor.&lt;br /&gt;- Pan-fried porkie till golden brown. Take out from pan.&lt;br /&gt;- For the sauce, stir fry some chopped chillies and onions, and some of those peas and corn bits. Then, pour in the ketchup and water. Add sugar to taste. Add a bit of corn floor to thicken the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result!!! Yummy porkie chop in sweet and sour tomato sauce!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VCN9TJBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ebo64iWili8/s1600-h/pork1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VCN9TJBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ebo64iWili8/s320/pork1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317702839706642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Stir-fry leek and carrot with minced porkie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom's recipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marinate minced pork with soya sauce, oyster sauce and a bit of sugar for 30 minutes or more.&lt;br /&gt;- Stir fry minced pork till cooked.&lt;br /&gt;- Add in chopped leeks. Stir stir stir. Fry fry fry.&lt;br /&gt;- Add in chopped carrots. Stir stir stir. Fry fry fry.&lt;br /&gt;- Add oyster sauce and water. Stir stir stir. Fry fry fry.&lt;br /&gt;- Put on the lid for about 30 sec - 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result. I kinda overcooked the vege :( That's because I FORGOT about the minced meat!!! I cooked the vege WITHOUT the meat.. Then I have to scoop up all the vege and then start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VB8udGmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AmKy3kb6V-Q/s1600-h/leek1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VB8udGmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AmKy3kb6V-Q/s320/leek1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317698214042210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Steam eggie with minced porkie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom's recipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beat 1 salted egg and 2 eggs in a bowl. Add a little of water.&lt;br /&gt;- Pour egg mixture onto bowl with minced pork.&lt;br /&gt;- Heat wok with water. Once the water starts to boil, put in the bowl onto the stand on the wok. Put on the lid.&lt;br /&gt;- Steam for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- When done, add in some soya sauce and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my SECOND attempt. And the looks is alot better than my first (n_n)/ However, there's no salted egg in my second attempt. So the taste is not as nice as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt. Look at its super rough surface. And the minced meat kinda hard. That's because I pressed it down unto the bowl. Wrong move. Mom said that the minced meat supposed to be light so that the eggs can go in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5Z5ymFlaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/I6UcHDUSdAw/s1600-h/egg2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5Z5ymFlaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/I6UcHDUSdAw/s320/egg2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363323055613777314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt. Hmmm, looks better. But eggs kinda hard. Lack of water. And lack of the salted egg taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VBjT2PGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rHZfn4jU1ew/s1600-h/egg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VBjT2PGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rHZfn4jU1ew/s320/egg1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317691391556706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VBcNMhAI/AAAAAAAAAio/cFMdymdMzVc/s1600-h/dishes1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VBcNMhAI/AAAAAAAAAio/cFMdymdMzVc/s320/dishes1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363317689484608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-797542275722676511?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/797542275722676511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-out-moms-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/797542275722676511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/797542275722676511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-out-moms-recipe.html' title='Trying out Mom&apos;s Recipe'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sm5VCN9TJBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ebo64iWili8/s72-c/pork1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5744301184082772067</id><published>2009-07-27T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:23:57.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Experience in Melb: Toll</title><content type='html'>Joyfully after we picked our car (see: &lt;a href="http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/jazzy-red-batmobile.html"&gt;Jazzy Red Batmobile&lt;/a&gt;), we drove it back to our friends' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still unfamiliar with the roads, locations and directions in Melbourne. And we do not have a GPS. Thus, we printed out a map from GoogleMap on the route back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route seems simple. Until we got a biiiiit lost around CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, we remembered the tram route back home. So, all we need to do is to find Flinders Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did we know, there's no right turn along the road at Flinders Station. So, we went on. And then, we reached a junction where you can make a right turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought, "Yay! We found our way back!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... there's CUTE little sign next to the lane that states &lt;b&gt;"TOLL"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh... we think we're heading towards the toll lane. We better U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we drove passed an arch with fancy electronic devices on it. I think that's the toll system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have not purchase a toll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I appreciate Malaysia's toll system, where you can pay cash to a human operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, guess I have to go to a Post office and register my car and pay for the toll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5744301184082772067?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5744301184082772067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-experience-in-melb-toll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5744301184082772067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5744301184082772067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-experience-in-melb-toll.html' title='Interesting Experience in Melb: Toll'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7927574680637016291</id><published>2009-07-27T08:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:35:26.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Jazzy Red Batmobile</title><content type='html'>Our jazzy red batmobile finally arrived! Hubby took a day off and both of us took a tram to the Honda showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally! A car of our own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I'd feel that buying a car in Malaysia is somehow a much better deal. Though, dollar-to-dollar, the cars here are cheaper. But there's some disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars here come bare! When you buy a car, you buy ONLY A CAR. Those fancy features like rear assist (see: &lt;a href="http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-that-jazz.html"&gt;All That Jazz&lt;/a&gt;), automatic central locking, door visor, mud guards, etc etc... and even &lt;b&gt;CAR MATS&lt;/b&gt; are ADDITIONAL accessories to your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And car mats are not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're thankful to have a car to drive around. It's much easier, especially when we're to shift to our new place soon (YAY!) and lots of massive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz32qvckfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-aUm2iahFOc/s1600-h/car1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz32qvckfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-aUm2iahFOc/s320/car1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933774849708530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz32WJKteI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8nV_gSZnarM/s1600-h/car2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz32WJKteI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8nV_gSZnarM/s320/car2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933769320445410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz25c7Q4MI/AAAAAAAAAiA/64yDvZ1A57U/s1600-h/car3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz25c7Q4MI/AAAAAAAAAiA/64yDvZ1A57U/s320/car3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362932723169157314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz245qX5jI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0mjL2o8E2h4/s1600-h/car4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz245qX5jI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0mjL2o8E2h4/s320/car4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362932713703073330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7927574680637016291?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7927574680637016291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/jazzy-red-batmobile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7927574680637016291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7927574680637016291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/jazzy-red-batmobile.html' title='Jazzy Red Batmobile'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Smz32qvckfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-aUm2iahFOc/s72-c/car1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2838637066305061660</id><published>2009-07-23T10:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:25:28.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Experience in Melb: Fingernails</title><content type='html'>Back in Malaysia, I used to cut my finger nails during the weekend. It's one of those habit you pick up during primary/secondary school days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, every Monday morning, during the assembly, after the "angkat, turun tangan"... and also the "sedia, baris sedia, senang diri"... and also the repetitive singing of the national anthem and the school song because we sang as softly as the butterflies... and also the "baca ikhrar"... and also the spot checks: shoe checking to make sure it's white, badge and name tag checking to make sure we're wearing school badges and name tags, socks checking to make sure our socks is not too high up, too low, or rolled down, hair checking to make sure it's not too long, not too short, tidy and neat, etc etc etc... and &lt;b&gt;fingernails checking&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, we have to raise our hands with our palms facing down, and the perfects will check our fingernails to make sure that they're short, neat and clean. If they're not, your name will be in the discipline book, you'll have to give your "reason" to the discipline teacher (duh, I lazy/forgot to cut it during the weekend), and a nice hit on the palm from the discipline teacher's rotan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the habit of cutting nails during weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a female. And yes, I would to exhibit feminine qualities. But I prefer my nails to be short and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... it's been 2-3 weeks since I last cut my fingernails in Melbourne. Why? Because, it's really &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*GASP*&lt;/i&gt; What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a Google search and found out that, the reason why fingernails are not growing well is due to &lt;b&gt;malnutrition&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*ahem*&lt;/i&gt; The amount of food I take is &lt;b&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/b&gt; the amount I usually take in Malaysia. I take my main meals (rice, vege, meat) in big portion, then I take fruits (banana, orange, apple), then I take desserts (chocolateeesssssss). And I'm having &lt;b&gt;malnutrition&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I asked my hubby on his nails. And his fingernails are growing slower than usual as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, therefore, I conclude... &lt;b&gt;Cold weather makes the fingernails grow slower.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=,=)""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2838637066305061660?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2838637066305061660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-experience-in-melb-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2838637066305061660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2838637066305061660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-experience-in-melb-finger.html' title='Interesting Experience in Melb: Fingernails'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6032358086546501831</id><published>2009-07-23T09:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:27:46.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>SIXTH Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>After dinner (see: &lt;a href="http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-birthday-pressie.html"&gt;Fifth Birthday Pressie&lt;/a&gt;), we went for supper at &lt;a href="http://www.brunetti.com.au/"&gt;Brunetti&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... heaven for sweet-tooth mammals like myself... Every sight, smell, bite is like heaven on earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU HENNLEY, DEVIN &amp;amp; HUBBY ... again (n_n)/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those cakes, pastries, chocolates... I can't seem to choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6DMkKZiI/AAAAAAAAAho/jaq_YW8ZMCw/s1600-h/bru1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6DMkKZiI/AAAAAAAAAho/jaq_YW8ZMCw/s320/bru1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361458445483140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp* MORE cakes and pastries and everything sweet and yummy!! So much yummies, so little me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6TDNFKxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FjSnz4uL8Gg/s1600-h/bru2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6TDNFKxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FjSnz4uL8Gg/s320/bru2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361458717848316690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is JUST one row of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6CU4BI4I/AAAAAAAAAhY/obONJmD3iLs/s1600-h/bru3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6CU4BI4I/AAAAAAAAAhY/obONJmD3iLs/s320/bru3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361458430534034306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we had (clockwise from top left): Tiramisu, Royale (chocolate and almond cake with dark chocolate mousse), I-can't-remember-but-it's-sure-tasted-very-yummy, strawberry cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6CFD-ZwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/k-Q7Q1Xcf_U/s1600-h/bru4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6CFD-ZwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/k-Q7Q1Xcf_U/s320/bru4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361458426289219330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, location and menu:&lt;br /&gt;Brunetti's website: &lt;a href="http://www.brunetti.com.au/"&gt;http://www.brunetti.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. The next day, I had sore throat, followed by mild fever, cough and flu. Too much chocolates for one day :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6032358086546501831?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6032358086546501831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/sixth-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6032358086546501831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6032358086546501831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/sixth-birthday-pressie.html' title='SIXTH Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme6DMkKZiI/AAAAAAAAAho/jaq_YW8ZMCw/s72-c/bru1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6565220202466851796</id><published>2009-07-23T08:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:13:19.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>FIFTH Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>My fifth birthday pressie are from my dear friends (who're STILL hosting us at the moment) and my hubby (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Italian for dinner. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.papaginos.com.au/"&gt;Papa Gino's&lt;/a&gt; at Lygon Street for pizzas and pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU HENNLEY, DEVIN &amp;amp; HUBBY (n_n)/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu... Yummy pizzas and pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2jF14PUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Eb6uQLYTVao/s1600-h/papa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2jF14PUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Eb6uQLYTVao/s320/papa1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454595387702594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment. You can see how good is their business, the place is packed with people. Casual dining ambiance. And you can hear lotsa happy people laughing loudly. BWAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2Mt5utfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/N6pOTmGsiEQ/s1600-h/papa22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2Mt5utfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/N6pOTmGsiEQ/s320/papa22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454211004282354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary bread and butter. The white bread is really soft. Could be better if they toast them with garlic butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2jqWBs5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/9thvLAfVAY0/s1600-h/papa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2jqWBs5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/9thvLAfVAY0/s320/papa2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454605186216850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood marinara spaghetti. Yummy. But wish there were more sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2MIK2nkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/I1GOKl6xfYE/s1600-h/papa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2MIK2nkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/I1GOKl6xfYE/s320/papa3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454200875556418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican pizza. Spicy salami with capsicum and ham. Nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2LygFQSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SMBtdvWSI2M/s1600-h/papa4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2LygFQSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SMBtdvWSI2M/s320/papa4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454195059015970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pizza. Lots of crunchy chicken bits and yummy BBQ sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2LV9FpSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2o6wvoB9WN4/s1600-h/papa5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2LV9FpSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2o6wvoB9WN4/s320/papa5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454187396048162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, location and menu:&lt;br /&gt;Papa Gino's website: &lt;a href="http://www.papaginos.com.au/"&gt;http://www.papaginos.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address and contact:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;221 Lygon Street&lt;br /&gt;Carlton, VIC 3053&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 03 9347 5758&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 03 9347 5757&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6565220202466851796?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6565220202466851796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6565220202466851796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6565220202466851796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-birthday-pressie.html' title='FIFTH Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sme2jF14PUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Eb6uQLYTVao/s72-c/papa1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7408648468172647299</id><published>2009-07-14T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:17:46.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Buying Non-stick Pans?</title><content type='html'>When we're choosing cookware, the only that concerns us the most if the quality of the nonstick cookware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many questions raised regarding the safety of the nonstick cookware, especially in regards of perfluorooctanoic acid (PFOA) (also known as C-8). It is a chemical used to bond the nonstick coating to the cookware. This chemical may have link to causing cancer, birth defects, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before buying any cookware, please do some research on the material and chemical used to make the cookware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting sites you may want to visit:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.cookingforengineers.com/article/120/Common-Materials-of-Cookware"&gt;Common Materials of Cookware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kitchenwaredirect.blogspot.com/2008/06/choosing-nonstick-cookware-part-1.html"&gt;Choosing Nonstick Cookware - Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kitchenwaredirect.blogspot.com/2008/06/choosing-nonstick-cookware-part-2.html"&gt;Choosing Nonstick Cookware - Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/healthandfitness/a/nonstickpans.htm"&gt;Is Nonstick Cookware Safe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://housewares.about.com/od/cookware/tp/10ruinnonstick.htm"&gt;Top 10 Ways to Ruin a Nonstick Pan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7408648468172647299?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7408648468172647299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/buying-non-stick-pans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7408648468172647299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7408648468172647299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/buying-non-stick-pans.html' title='Buying Non-stick Pans?'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6189039798891449870</id><published>2009-07-14T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:43:03.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>FOURTH Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>My fourth birthday pressie came from my hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.davidjones.com.au/"&gt;David Jones&lt;/a&gt; and bought ourselves knives set and cookware set. It was on sale, so we got it for a good bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they're pricier than home brand products, but it's worth it considering that we're going to use it for a very loooooong time. And a big, great motivation for me to cook (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.circulon.com/cs/Satellite/mArticle/1162475169828/circulon/1163100357621/Page/CollectionName/Infinite%2520Circulon/en_US/FullPage.htm"&gt;Circulon Infinite&lt;/a&gt; cookware set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlvhAaQVu8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HEXfXcShPwg/s1600-h/circulon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlvhAaQVu8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HEXfXcShPwg/s320/circulon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358123578851441602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;a href="http://www.mundialusa.com/5100.html"&gt;Mundial 5100 Black&lt;/a&gt; knives set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlvhAMh978I/AAAAAAAAAgI/t4GNW96WcbI/s1600-h/knife.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlvhAMh978I/AAAAAAAAAgI/t4GNW96WcbI/s320/knife.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358123575167283138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6189039798891449870?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6189039798891449870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6189039798891449870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6189039798891449870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-birthday-pressie.html' title='FOURTH Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlvhAaQVu8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HEXfXcShPwg/s72-c/circulon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6167331312147376871</id><published>2009-07-14T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:17:51.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>THIRD Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>My third birthday pressie is from the church we're currently attending. No, they do not who we are. And no, they do not know that it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were launching the church new name and extended the number of services to 3 (1 on Saturday, 2 on Sunday). Thus, they were serving finger foods.. such as... chocolates, cakes, pastries, chocolates, mousse, hotdogs, chocolates, salami, biscuits, chocolates, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had sooooooo much chocolates! It's like a dream come true! And there's even chocolate mousse, which I have been craving for a long time. Yummy! (n_n)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6167331312147376871?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6167331312147376871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6167331312147376871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6167331312147376871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-birthday-pressie.html' title='THIRD Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6991512684598373801</id><published>2009-07-13T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:53:28.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>SECOND Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>My second birthday pressie: &lt;b&gt;Grace, Forgiveness and Mercy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came unexpectedly from a stranger. Given to me in when I do not deserved it the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday DAY. Sunday. It was also a day we would spend our mornings worshiping God in church. Currently, we're attending Bridge Church in Richmond. My ex-classmate brought us there few weekends ago. And we've been attending the church ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have yet to own a car, we took the tram to church. And for a tram ride, you need a valid tram ticket. Which, I forgot to buy the day before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could purchase the ticket at convenience store nearby. But, on this particular Sunday, it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I could purchase it on the tram itself. But the ticket machine on the tram does not have the weekend pass. Hubby suggested to get it at the stop where we're to change tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what if I got caught without ticket??" My heart pounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tram finally came to a stop. We rushed out. We were late for church. And I still need to buy a tram ticket at the station before I hop onto the next tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my nightmare had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can I see your ticket." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were officers on the tram station. And as passengers stepped out of the tram, the officers stopped each and every one of them, requesting them to display their tram tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no... " My heart cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out as fast as possible, hoping not to be caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, miss... can I see your ticket please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late. I was caught. It was my fault anyway. I didn't have a valid tram ticket. Although I was planning to get it there, I was still breaking the law. I felt so ashamed and aghast with myself. How could I let this happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can have some identification please, " the lady officer requested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urm... ermm..." my mind tried to think, "This is my Malaysian IC. Will this do?" my hands was shaking as I took out my IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, that will do fine." She took my IC and started writing down the charges and fine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Where are going? Why are you in rush?" she questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... I'm going to church. And I'm kind of late..." I felt so disgusted with myself. Going church and yet breaking the law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm staying with a friend at the moment... and her address is...is..." I couldn't think properly. My eyes were hot with tears. My mind was confused and frightened. And my heart is pounding mad. I couldn't recall her address...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please hold on, I wrote it somewhere," I took out my pink diary and flipped the pages frantically for the address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... here's the address." I showed it to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me write this down.... Ok.... and your birth date?" she continued writing down my details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 12 July..." I said with great disappointment. I was really looking forward to having a fabulous day today. But today started out not as I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, 3rd July..." she said as she wrote down '03 JULY' on the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I held back my tears and corrected her, "It's 12th July... today...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... it's your birthday today!" She looked at me with excitement. "Happy Birthday to you!" She let out a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks..." I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then," she said, "Go to your church now. Give a testimony for today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh??" I got confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about this. I'm letting you off today. Go now, give testimony for today," she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so in shock. My tears finally came down running. "I'm so sorry. So sorry.. I wanted to buy the ticket yesterday, but I forgot... and the shop was closed... and... and..." I was sobbing. I couldn't understand what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok now. God bless you" she smiled again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved, though, I was still very much ashamed of myself. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried to the ticket counter and bought myself the tram ticket. As I was on the next tram to church, I thought to myself how ignorant and unprepared I was. And how much grace, forgiveness and mercy was shown to me despite of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow reminded me God. His big wonderful love, grace and mercy. Forgiveness after forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it also reminded me of another thing of God. That He's just, holy and righteous. Though He's abundant with forgiveness, one day, after my very last breathe on earth, I will stand in front of the judgment seat. And there, there will be no more second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful of this day. But, I need to be more prepared, diligent and less ignorant. And I need to be more discipline in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lady officer for letting me go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Lord, for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6991512684598373801?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6991512684598373801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6991512684598373801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6991512684598373801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-birthday-pressie.html' title='SECOND Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3753981199701788312</id><published>2009-07-13T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:37:26.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>FIRST Birthday Pressie</title><content type='html'>My very first birthday pressie came as a surprise. It was a few days before my birthday and it caught me by surprise. Wooo Hoooo !! This is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 9.45am in the morning. And yes, I was STILL sleeping. It was a tiring night! I played Batman Lego Wii with my friend till passed midnight. And besides, I'm still unemployed (sigh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone rang the door bell from the lobby (we're staying in an apartment). My friend, who was awake and got ready to go to work, pick up the call. She woke me up and told me there's a parcel for either me or hubby waiting downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up, reluctantly, changed into jeans (no way I'm wearing my jammies out!) and went to the lobby to collect my parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the delivery man handed it to me, I was shocked... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stated in the box "To Mr. Ken XXXXX".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought to myself, "This must be a mistake... that's not my hubby's name". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going to return the parcel to the delivery man, I read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Mr. Ken XXXXX and Madam Abigail YYYYY". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@_@) That's my name alright. It there such coincidence another person with my name who is married to Mr. Ken XXXXX ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw a tiny fine print that states "On behalf of Sue Anne". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHH.... Sue sent me a parcel!! I opened it and *ta-da* she sent me pressies!! TWO books !! YAY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books as pressies from Sue! "A Lineage of Grace" and "Battlefield of the Mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlrgiPuTkJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fumrdhberyw/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlrgiPuTkJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fumrdhberyw/s320/book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357841585651552402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sue! Me lurve ya muchie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3753981199701788312?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3753981199701788312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-birthday-pressie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3753981199701788312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3753981199701788312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-birthday-pressie.html' title='FIRST Birthday Pressie'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlrgiPuTkJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fumrdhberyw/s72-c/book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-1078836185705524824</id><published>2009-07-07T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:44:08.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nandos in Australia</title><content type='html'>Before we came to Australia, my uni-friends wanted to organize a farewell dinner for me. So, my pregnant friend suggested Nandos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nandos is yummy!" she exclaimed, "and you'll going to miss it... because there is &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; Nandos in Australia. So better have your last Nandos meal before you go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't really have Nandos in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did get a chance to eat Nandos in Melbourne. In fact, there're plenty of Nandos restaurants in Victoria alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAP5nvhZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tQpyRTUZjeo/s1600-h/nandos1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAP5nvhZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tQpyRTUZjeo/s320/nandos1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554286295025042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAPoG_PqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vAz2c7k-OAg/s1600-h/nandos2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAPoG_PqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vAz2c7k-OAg/s320/nandos2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554281594240674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Nandos meal. Pathetic. I wondered if it's really chicken. I think it's pigeon. And there's only ONE side dish, which does not taste great. Malaysia's Nandos has TWO side dishes. With a BIGGER chicken. And BETTER side dishes. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAPWMvz9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/G2eyu-bv2KY/s1600-h/nandos3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAPWMvz9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/G2eyu-bv2KY/s320/nandos3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554276786556882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right... I do miss Malaysia's Nandos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For location of Nandos in Victoria, kindly visit their website &lt;a href="http://www.nandos.com.au/"&gt;http://www.nandos.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-1078836185705524824?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/1078836185705524824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/nandos-in-australia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1078836185705524824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1078836185705524824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/nandos-in-australia.html' title='Nandos in Australia'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SlLAP5nvhZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tQpyRTUZjeo/s72-c/nandos1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5802071354908918083</id><published>2009-07-06T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:34:48.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>What is it I see? Is that me in front of me?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who you claim to be? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare! How can you claim that? &lt;br /&gt;I am not you, I am not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, you are right, &lt;br /&gt;You’re me, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deny you, I’m really sorry,&lt;br /&gt;My sight was too bleak and murky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on the wrong things, I have,&lt;br /&gt;Predicaments and hindrances, I raved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at each other, I’m ashamed and aghast,&lt;br /&gt;With the truth I wish not want to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleak with the person you bear,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting shabbily on a sand-built chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your belt unbuckled, torn and disregarded,&lt;br /&gt;Your breastplate left aside, tarnished and rusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left your feet to bare,&lt;br /&gt;With no shoe to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms too frail for the shield oh so heavy,&lt;br /&gt;You treated your helmet without care or worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sword left on shelf to flaunt,&lt;br /&gt;Your daily practice left to naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, what have I become into today?&lt;br /&gt;A white washed tomb, You once said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stand, I say, stand!&lt;br /&gt;Put on your full armour and stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away those self-pity tears,&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your baggage of ignorance and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And run, I say to you, run!&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the finishing line and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, oh Lord, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;Break me all over again to mold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not go astray, I deeply pray,&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to You, in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5802071354908918083?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5802071354908918083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5802071354908918083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5802071354908918083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7294030631944426116</id><published>2009-07-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:22:43.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus</title><content type='html'>At the current situation I'm in now, I'm somehow overwhelmed with so much burdens and challenges and road blocks. I felt like, things can never get settled down. As if, things will never get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems after problems. Hardships after hardships. When will this ever ends? Never, I guessed. Until this journey of life is over, it will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hymm I really love. I can't help but to sing the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verse 1 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O soul, are you weary and troubled?&lt;br /&gt;No light in the darkness you see?&lt;br /&gt;There’s light for a look at the Savior,&lt;br /&gt;And life more abundant and free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus &lt;/i&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Look full in His wonderful face,&lt;br /&gt;And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,&lt;br /&gt;In the light of His glory and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verse 2 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through death into life everlasting&lt;br /&gt;He passed, and we follow Him there;&lt;br /&gt;O’er us sin no more hath dominion—&lt;br /&gt;For more than conquerors we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verse 3 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word shall not fail you—He promised;&lt;br /&gt;Believe Him, and all will be well:&lt;br /&gt;Then go to a world that is dying,&lt;br /&gt;His perfect salvation to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong United did a very good version of the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yfr5rOfimnU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yfr5rOfimnU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7294030631944426116?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7294030631944426116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7294030631944426116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7294030631944426116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus.html' title='Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5285137881187073052</id><published>2009-07-03T11:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:37:28.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wendy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" &gt;H &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I got the day right,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my day started out not so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I broke my friend’s jar this morning,&lt;br /&gt;And spilled out all its tea filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do? I feared and flustered frantically,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a burden to them them, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let’s focus on your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;And happy cheers on this special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your fondest dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;And may your enjoy the journey and the fulfillment to the full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your life be filled with joyfulness and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And in sorrow, may you choose to focus on the little brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be much loved by people (and cats) around,&lt;br /&gt;And may you love people back, plentiful and abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day, and I wish you the very best,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you celebrate it, with a lot of zest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my friend, happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, I wish you today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Wendy, written by myself, after I vacuumed the bits and pieces of broken glass on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's reply&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me when I'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for laughing with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me to tease you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cheering me up when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sitting next to me in school&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for baking with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for walking with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teasing me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for driving me nuts at times&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for arguing with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for singing with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our favourite colour "purple"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all great jazz nite outings&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the rides u gave me back home&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for remembering my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for "thinking" of my cats&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for growing up with me and many many more thank you(sss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;My reply&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to you too (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5285137881187073052?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5285137881187073052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-wendy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5285137881187073052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5285137881187073052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-wendy.html' title='Happy Birthday Wendy!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8445234157603331572</id><published>2009-07-01T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:59:58.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Approval, At Last!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we went home-hunting again. We listed 4 units we would love to inspect. Our friends were busy that weekend, so we went hunting by ourselves. We printed out maps from the website and plan our route by train and foot. Due to lack of time to travel from one location to another, we only managed to view only 2 of them. And one of them is a unit which I really, really like (judging from the picture in the website). And true enough, when we inspect my "favourite" unit, we really REALLY like it, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, we applied for the unit. This time, I took charge of the application. And this is my winning strategy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strategy #1 : Pray HARD, really really HARD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works. This time, we prayed before the inspection. We prayed after the inspection. We prayed after filling up the form. And we prayed during the form submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strategy #2 : Write Grandmother Stories in the Form&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of our application was rejected because we don't have a financial/rental background in Australia and hubby was the only breadwinner of the family (for the time being). So, this time, I wrote "grandmother stories" of why we do not have a background in Australia, stating we just got migrated here, and I'm currently looking for job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strategy #3 : "Kam-Ching" with the Agent&lt;/b&gt; (Note: "Kam-Ching" means be friendly)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early on the following Monday morning. I called up the agent and talk to her politely. I told her that we're new in Melb and we really wish to get a nice unit to rent. And we really &lt;i&gt;LOOOOVE&lt;/i&gt; the unit we saw last weekend. I wanted to be super friendly to her, but I was kinda sickish. So, my conversation with her was kinda blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strategy #4 : It's all about the MONEY $$$ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't &lt;b&gt;beat&lt;/b&gt; them, &lt;b&gt;out-bid&lt;/b&gt; them! There were 8 applications altogether for the unit. And we really love it. It's difficult to find a unit we both love. And it's difficult to go through the cycle of rejection-inspection-application-rejection. The price was within our budget. So, I increased the rent per week a little, which was STILL within our budget (though it's kinda at the border of our budget).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strategy #5 : Pray HARD!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... did I mention, that prayer works??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Strategy #6 : PANIC!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is not really a good strategy. But I did panic and got stressed up whilst waiting for approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after loads of inspections and applications and rejections, our application is &lt;b&gt;SUCCESSFUL&lt;/b&gt; at last! The agent called me and schedule a time with us to discuss on the contracts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the following day, we went to the agent's office. Signed some contracts. Paid the initial deposits. And it's official, we got ourselves &lt;b&gt;our OWN HOME&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm still stressed up a little. We can only move in next month. And I really do not wish to bother my friends so long. I felt that we're robbing their privacy and comfort. Sigh... I really hope they'll forgive me... and this period to end fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8445234157603331572?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8445234157603331572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/approval-at-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8445234157603331572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8445234157603331572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/07/approval-at-last.html' title='Approval, At Last!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2599018468008798551</id><published>2009-06-29T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:43:02.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>Week after week after week, we've been diligently searching for units to rent and going inspections after inspections. Every week, we found a few that we really like and sent in our applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every unit we applied, we got rejected. This is so frustrating! Is it because we're new in Melb and thus do not have a financial/rental history? Or is it because I'm not employed and my hubby is the only breadwinner? Or is it because we don't look like nice people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY ?!?!?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weekends, we applied for two units. And both of our application was rejected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Application #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background: &lt;/span&gt;This is a newly built unit. What the owner did is: He/She bought/has a biiiiiig piece of land. Then, the owner built a 2-storey apartment with several little units. It's new &amp;amp; clean. With good lighting, heating, gas cooking, bathroom, bedroom with wardrobe, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason of rejection: &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, someone bid the unit with a higher price!! And, knowing that the unit is able to fetch a very high rental price, the owner decides to open the unit for another inspection and see how high the bid will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My opinion: &lt;/span&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Application #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Background: &lt;/span&gt;This unit is not new, but it's very clean and tidy. It's a few steps away from supermarkets, markets and even the train station. What the owner did is: He/She bought/has a biiiiiig piece of land. Then, the owner built a BIG 2-storey bungalow, with several 1-bedroom units. We really love the place and the unit. It has good lighting, heating, gas cooking, bathroom, bedroom with wardrobe, etc. And it comes with a washing machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Reason of rejection: &lt;/span&gt;I personally don't think there are many applications for this. There were only 3 groups of people (including me and my hubby), and the agent forgot to bring the application forms. BUT, we got rejected... Why? The agent said the owner is very &lt;i&gt;picky&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My opinion: &lt;/span&gt; Picky !??!?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, my dream is to own a &lt;b&gt;BIIIG&lt;/b&gt; piece of land. Built half a dozen of one-bedroom units. And rent to people. And be picky on the rental application...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2599018468008798551?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2599018468008798551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/rejection.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2599018468008798551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2599018468008798551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3418174745448511383</id><published>2009-06-22T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:05:52.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>All That Jazz!!</title><content type='html'>We went car-hunting last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third weekend we went scouting for a car. We really love &lt;a href="http://jazz.honda.com.au/"&gt;Honda Jazz&lt;/a&gt; the most. Well, I like Honda Jazz the most (n_n)/ It's the most cutest, sportiest, bestest small car (comparing with Toyota Yaris, Mazda 2, Mitsubishi Colt, Holden Barino, Perodua MyVi, etc etc etc). Of course, I really would love &lt;a href="http://www.nissan.com.au/webpages/models/370Z_model.html"&gt;Nissan 370Z&lt;/a&gt;, but then again... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we went to 2 Honda car showrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First showroom: Robert Lane&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the salesman... I just don't like the things he said. He said we're stupid and silly when we told him our expectation of the price. Hubby did some research online and listened to some experiences, and the budget we placed in for Jazz was very reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he said, "Oh, don't be &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;. That's so &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;... you're making yourself look &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt; and you're making me look &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;. That's so &lt;b&gt;silly&lt;/b&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, the sentence above was repeated TWO times. Nobody likes to be called stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second showroom:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lot better. And the salesman was a bit... blur... which was a good advantage for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some sessions of bargaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: Can we have the rear assist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Ok.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(scribbling "Rear Assist" on his paper)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Let me check out the price for this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "talking to the manager"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Rear assist will cost $500 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: @_@ OOOOHHHHH... Can you throw in for free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: No... I can't throw in that for free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: Err... hmmm... urrm...  Ok, throw away the rear assist. Can you give us mats for free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Hmmm... let me check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another session of "talking to the manager"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Ok, we can throw in mats for free. Do I have a handshake ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(grinning while extending his hand)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: Hmmm... but the price is still abiiiiiiiiiiiit high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few sessions of bargaining and "talking to the manager"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Ok, we'll give that price! Do I have a handshake ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(grinning while extending his hand)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hubby: Yup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Shook hands)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Trust me, you got yourself a great deal! Give me a moment to print out the details... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he came back with the printed details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: @_@ Where are the mats? I thought you said you'll throw them in for free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Salesman: Let me check my paper... Nope, I didn't wrote mats in here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We: @_@''''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at the paper he scribbled while talking to us. And indeed, no mats. But... he wrote down "rear assist"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we checked the printed receipt, and "rear assist" was in the receipt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we concluded he went blur while negotiating and "talking to his manager"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we got ourselves a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED hot Honda Jazz&lt;/span&gt;!! It'll be arriving in about 3 weeks time, and that will be somewhere on my &lt;b&gt;birthday&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiippeee !! Early birthday pressie (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honda showroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGBe45iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/s05QDttAwb0/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGBe45iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/s05QDttAwb0/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962000467813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales, sales, sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGoulPnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7iEBpmC4Yuo/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGoulPnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7iEBpmC4Yuo/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962011002617458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our SECOND cup of drink (hot chocolate). We had our first cup (latte) at the first showroom. I think we can go around car showrooms and sample their coffee/drinks while trying to bargain for a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iF5QaA9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oYHMEGZ697E/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iF5QaA9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oYHMEGZ697E/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349961998259586002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda Jazz... Imagine this in red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGgJRILI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZISVdKP8m14/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGgJRILI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZISVdKP8m14/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962008698626226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3418174745448511383?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3418174745448511383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-that-jazz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3418174745448511383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3418174745448511383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-that-jazz.html' title='All That Jazz!!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sj7iGBe45iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/s05QDttAwb0/s72-c/IMG_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5913336995739340897</id><published>2009-06-22T08:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:43:09.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Home-Hunting</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we had another tiring day of home-hunting. We felt bad because we have to bother our friends again to fetch us around. We really do hope we'll find one that we like and really pray that our application will be successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finding units to lease in Melbourne goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You search the units available in websites such as &lt;a href="http://www.realestate.com.au/"&gt;http://www.realestate.com.au&lt;/a&gt;. You can refine your search by stating which suburb you would prefer, how many bedrooms, your budget, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) From the search result, click to see the details of the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You can find out some general descriptions of the unit, such as what are the facilities available (laundry, kitchen, etc.), number of bedrooms/bathroom/carport/etc, the rental payment &lt;b&gt;per week&lt;/b&gt;, agent contact details, etc etc etc etc, and the &lt;b&gt;inspection time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you wish to inspect the unit, note down the &lt;b&gt;inspection date and time&lt;/b&gt;. But I heard some cases where you can call the agent and ask them whether they can inspect the unit earlier. But usually, they strictly follow the inspection date and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One the inspection date and time, the agent will be there at the unit and open the doors to whoever who wish to check the unit out. Usually, you have at most &lt;b&gt;15 minutes&lt;/b&gt; to inspect the unit and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you like it, grab the application form, fill it up and then fax/pass it to them by the next working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Along with your application form, you need some &lt;b&gt;supportive documents&lt;/b&gt; to give you &lt;b&gt;points&lt;/b&gt;. The points system is different for different agents. Usually, you will need 100 points attached along with your application. Vic Roads (driving license) usually carries the most weight (about 40-50 points). Medicare (government medical card) can give you about 20-30 points. Passport, about 20-30 points. Water/electricity/phone bills do carry some weight, about 30-40 points. For people like me (jobless, carless, bankless, etc.), it's very difficult to achieve 100 points. So, I will have to leverage on my hubby to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Pray hard that you will get the unit!! Competition is very high, especially on well-maintained, clean, new, and strategically located units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The agent will call/email you on your application result within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some tips for looking at good units:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;New, clean, well-maintained.&lt;/u&gt; While searching on the website, look for the keywords &lt;b&gt;"newly renovated", "new refurbished", "newly painted", "new carpets", etc.&lt;/b&gt; I'm very fussy with the cleanliness of the house where I'll be spending half of my day relaxing. We've inspected MANY units which are cheap, BUT very old and very dirty. The paint of the walls and ceiling were peeling, there were strange dark-green, sticky patches of new species growing in the bathroom, the bathtub was almost black in colour, cabinets were cracking, the carpets were black, and so on. Some even smell weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;Carports.&lt;/u&gt; Most units for rental does not even come with a carport. So, make sure you shortlist the ones with carports. If you love your car, make sure there is a &lt;b&gt;covered&lt;/b&gt; carport. Do take note that the weather in Melbourne is very harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;u&gt;Public transport.&lt;/u&gt; If you take public transport to work, make sure that there is a tram/train station in a &lt;b&gt;walkable&lt;/b&gt; distance. Ok ok, technically speaking, you can walk to anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;u&gt;Kitchen facilities.&lt;/u&gt; Gas cooking facilities and induction cooking... you choose your preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;u&gt;Laundry facilities.&lt;/u&gt; We really would want a &lt;b&gt;private&lt;/b&gt; laundry facility, i.e.: there's a &lt;b&gt;private&lt;/b&gt; washing machine installed, or you &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; install your own private washing machine. There are some units where they do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; have those washing machine taps. So, you can &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; install your own washing machine in your unit. You have to use a communal/public laundry facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;u&gt;Internet ports.&lt;/u&gt; Old units usually do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; come with internet ports. So, you may need to install them yourself. This is just a nice-to-have to save you from the hassle of installing internet ports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;u&gt;Heating/Cooling system.&lt;/u&gt; another GOOD nice-to-have. You'll appreciate it during cold winter time and super hot summer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;u&gt;Security.&lt;/u&gt; You may want to look into those units which provide you a good security system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5913336995739340897?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5913336995739340897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-hunting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5913336995739340897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5913336995739340897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-hunting.html' title='Home-Hunting'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5208201884016489174</id><published>2009-06-17T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:15:03.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Walk to CBD</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the CBD to do some si-lai work, i.e.: comparing prices of the white goods, electrical appliances and other home products to fill our dream home. Though we haven't really successfully applied for one, we thought it'll be good if we benchmark the prices of some important items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually &lt;b&gt;walked&lt;/b&gt; to the CBD. The journey takes about 30 minutes. Then, I went to Myer, David Jones, Target and some other little shops. At about 5.30 PM, it was dark and my legs were killing me... and I &lt;b&gt;walked&lt;/b&gt; back to my friends' place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my legs were very, very exhausted... But I still managed to snap some nice photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing Yarra River. Gosh, my hands are shaking! Let me find something something where I can put my camera on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPGRFow_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/TIM_iwQ2m90/s1600-h/nite1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPGRFow_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/TIM_iwQ2m90/s320/nite1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348111526587319282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Still blur. I think I need a tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPGBBDGII/AAAAAAAAAe4/TmVPeYmAtrQ/s1600-h/nite2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPGBBDGII/AAAAAAAAAe4/TmVPeYmAtrQ/s320/nite2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348111522273106050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of Yarra River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPF_A6_HI/AAAAAAAAAew/85ij-nFvEu4/s1600-h/nite3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPF_A6_HI/AAAAAAAAAew/85ij-nFvEu4/s320/nite3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348111521735703666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People walking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPFiTog8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/JG988rdeF60/s1600-h/nite4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPFiTog8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/JG988rdeF60/s320/nite4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348111514029556674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tower at the Arts Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPFeq7vAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8Kb7iNCyK0c/s1600-h/nite5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPFeq7vAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8Kb7iNCyK0c/s320/nite5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348111513053543426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5208201884016489174?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5208201884016489174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-to-cbd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5208201884016489174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5208201884016489174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-to-cbd.html' title='Walk to CBD'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjhPGRFow_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/TIM_iwQ2m90/s72-c/nite1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4464412831449264440</id><published>2009-06-16T08:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:50:36.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Interesting Experience in Melb: Lunch Hour</title><content type='html'>One Australian culture that we find hard to adapt is their lunch time. Since I'm still unemployed, it's not applicable to me... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends in Melbourne did warn us about the lunch culture here. We did listen, but I think we took it very lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about 3-4 weeks ago, hubby started his first day at work here in Melbourne. He came back home with a tired and exhausting face that screams "&lt;i&gt;FEED ME!&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling," he said, "people here do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; eat lunch!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically, they DO eat &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; for lunch. Majority of the people here do not go out and have lunch. They usually pack their lunch from home. They'll have their lunch (usually &lt;b&gt;fruits, salads, sandwiches or light snack bars&lt;/b&gt;) at the convenience of their workstation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH... How one normal human being be fed with such &lt;b&gt;LITTLE&lt;/b&gt; food. Those to me are just appetizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Malaysia, we usually step &lt;b&gt;out&lt;/b&gt; of our office, walk to somewhere and have our lunch. Back in HL days, we'll have our yummy claypot chicken rice and soup. YUMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hubby and I are still adapting to the culture here. What we usually do, is that I'll cook extra for tonight's dinner and pack some for his lunch the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his lunch set for today. Made fully with lotsa love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice with cute cherry tomatoes, boiled broccoli, baked chicken and ABC chilli sauce sambal asli (a yummy chilli sauce from Indonesia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjbwbeIPRgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/79aZfm-j_oA/s1600-h/bento1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjbwbeIPRgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/79aZfm-j_oA/s320/bento1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347725962283795970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sjbvup-y0sI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ftAS9MQ0RCE/s1600-h/bento2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sjbvup-y0sI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ftAS9MQ0RCE/s320/bento2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347725192371294914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~ so much &lt;b&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE&lt;/b&gt; in one lunch box (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so proud of myself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4464412831449264440?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4464412831449264440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-things-found-in-melb-lunch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4464412831449264440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4464412831449264440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-things-found-in-melb-lunch.html' title='Interesting Experience in Melb: Lunch Hour'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjbwbeIPRgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/79aZfm-j_oA/s72-c/bento1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3848681656633110904</id><published>2009-06-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:32:10.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Indian Food</title><content type='html'>We had Indian food on Sunday night for dinner in Melbourne CBD. It was niceeee... Kinda different from those mamak food in Malaysia. My friends mentioned that it's really authentic Indian food from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our set meals = chicken curry, massala tikka chicken, naan and long grain rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-ldwBZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/qsWSB-8dGs0/s1600-h/indian1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-ldwBZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/qsWSB-8dGs0/s320/indian1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389683422816082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum chicken curry and massala tikka chicken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-gGDjGCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0C3Yhu4M0Ck/s1600-h/indian4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-gGDjGCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0C3Yhu4M0Ck/s320/indian4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389591162918946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each meal comes with lassi... unsweetened lassi. I don't quite like the sourish milk taste. But it's apparently good when you eat spicy food. It's to neutralize the acid of the spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-fxaiQUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0_GQ7LTj-6Q/s1600-h/indian5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-fxaiQUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0_GQ7LTj-6Q/s320/indian5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389585622188354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan is nice! It's not so thick and more crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-ghkdrQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Xex3Q0rblU4/s1600-h/indian3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-ghkdrQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Xex3Q0rblU4/s320/indian3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389598548733186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bowl of looooooooooong grain rice. The rice is really, really loooong. It's as long as two normal rice. Like bihun chopped into mini pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW_XHK0vgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ab9yXUT_qvs/s1600-h/indian2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW_XHK0vgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ab9yXUT_qvs/s320/indian2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390536354676226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how loooooooooooong is the rice @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-f5rrdfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YQIjgM9KawE/s1600-h/indian6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-f5rrdfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YQIjgM9KawE/s320/indian6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389587841578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3848681656633110904?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3848681656633110904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/indian-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3848681656633110904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3848681656633110904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/indian-food.html' title='Indian Food'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW-ldwBZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/qsWSB-8dGs0/s72-c/indian1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-974115814052050903</id><published>2009-06-15T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:01:57.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Home-Cooked Western Style</title><content type='html'>Since I'm soooooooooooooo free (yes, still jobless), I've been trying my hands on new variety of food. My friends' unit is equipped with oven, so I tried roasting some meat (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked pork loin chop with pumpkin and potatoes. YUM! I love the pumpkins. It really tastes nice and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW9vZWiD3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fJAUqOghScI/s1600-h/pork1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW9vZWiD3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fJAUqOghScI/s320/pork1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388754529226610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked chicken breast meat with potatoes and bok-choy. Hmmm... kinda dry... I think I should lower down the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW9vSlm4pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k9yQe3pKwgc/s1600-h/chick1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW9vSlm4pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k9yQe3pKwgc/s320/chick1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388752713409170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-974115814052050903?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/974115814052050903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-cooked-western-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/974115814052050903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/974115814052050903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-cooked-western-style.html' title='Home-Cooked Western Style'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SjW9vZWiD3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fJAUqOghScI/s72-c/pork1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4542363363404822905</id><published>2009-06-09T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:56:58.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>iPhone 3G S</title><content type='html'>I want Apple iPhone 3G S !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/iphone-3g-s/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for iPhone official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4542363363404822905?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4542363363404822905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/iphone-3g-s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4542363363404822905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4542363363404822905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/iphone-3g-s.html' title='iPhone 3G S'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-901783805680370523</id><published>2009-06-03T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:39:17.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Interviews and Trains</title><content type='html'>My friends' house is very, very, very far from the city. It's about 20 minutes walk to the train station and 1 hour of train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview yesterday again. It turned out good. Well, at least I think I did well, I hope. There is this trick question that they asked that I found very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Let's play a game. In this game, we will test on how you gather and assess requirements from customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: OK... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(heart beat increased 20%... stress, stress, stress)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Let's pretend that I'm your client and you're to gather requirements from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: OK... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Mind thinking hard about past user requirement experiences... portal... knowledge library... electronic forms... business processes... workflow... )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: I want a cup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@''''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(What cup???? This requirement gathering??)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Yes, I want a cup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Lotsa images of cup flashing into my mind... What he need a cup for? Cup = water/tea/coffee = drink?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Do you want something to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Good response!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@''''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: No, I don't want a drink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@'''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(A cup is use for drinking, rite???)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Then, why you need a cup for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: I need the cup to stop the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@'''' Can't we use the door stopper to do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Ahhh!! You responded correctly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@''''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Clients usually do not know what they need. They thought that they needed a cup, but instead what they really need is a door stopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(RELIEVED!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Interviewer: Usually, the responses I get from people is that whether I want coffee or tea, or a big or a small cup. You responded correctly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Oh thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the interview went well. But I'm still not sure whether they would want to offer me a job. It seems that this month is the end of financial year, and usually companies would want to wait to the next month to reassess the headcount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh...&lt;/i&gt; I really hate this wait and idle state I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home with a good state of mind. I try to keep myself optimistic and positive at all time. And keeping singing songs of praise to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you heard me, right? Please help me and guide me at all times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken on the way back from the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just noon. And I don't want to go back so early. I don't want to waste my train ticket to the city. So I decided to take a stroll in a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsw00ZyCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BoJpBdoZx4k/s1600-h/back1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsw00ZyCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BoJpBdoZx4k/s320/back1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936856501274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Borders!! I really love to read. I really wished that I brought along some books to read. I wanted sooooooo much to buy a book or two. But books here cost about AU$27++ (which is about RM80!!!)... Sigh, I miss reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXshUjk7GI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZM-RaA6ZDH8/s1600-h/borders1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXshUjk7GI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZM-RaA6ZDH8/s320/borders1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936590142729314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinders Street train station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXshCfVveI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xCEeZO0vGgs/s1600-h/flinders.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXshCfVveI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xCEeZO0vGgs/s320/flinders.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936585293118946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinders Street train station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgz_dDvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9bevnLBP8Ko/s1600-h/flinders2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgz_dDvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9bevnLBP8Ko/s320/flinders2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936581401284338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My train is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgyV9ATI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6bo8ysoTNBU/s1600-h/flinders3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgyV9ATI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6bo8ysoTNBU/s320/flinders3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936580958781746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way baaccccck.... Bye bye city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgoN5ynI/AAAAAAAAAcI/k_W3dG-llg0/s1600-h/flinders4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsgoN5ynI/AAAAAAAAAcI/k_W3dG-llg0/s320/flinders4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936578240662130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-901783805680370523?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/901783805680370523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interviews-and-trains.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/901783805680370523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/901783805680370523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interviews-and-trains.html' title='Interviews and Trains'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiXsw00ZyCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BoJpBdoZx4k/s72-c/back1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5221983211985373327</id><published>2009-06-02T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:48:19.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found in Melb: Electric Blanket</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is the BEST thing on earth! The greatest invention of mankind! A miracle from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Electric Blankets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now officially winter in Australia and the temperature is dropping day by day. At night, it can go down to 6 Celsius. According to my friend, it may go down to 0 Celsius! Brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult to sleep with such cold weather. I do not like the feeling of going to bed. The bed and blanket felt so cold. Oh ya, I dislike going to the washroom during winter time...  &lt;i&gt;*ahem*&lt;/i&gt; Think of sitting on ice-block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we went to K-Mart and got ourselves electric blankets!! It was on sale, so it's 20% off the normal price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is how an electric blanket works:&lt;br /&gt;- We bought Queen size electric blanket.&lt;br /&gt;- What we need to do is that we place the blanket on top of our mattress. Like those mattress protective sheets.&lt;br /&gt;- Then, we cover the electric blanket and mattress with the bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;- There's 2 controllers and 2 power plug (don't worry, it's safe!). One on the left (&lt;i&gt;hers&lt;/i&gt;) and one on the right (&lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;- Plug in the power and switch it on.&lt;br /&gt;- Adjust the temperature to your likings.&lt;br /&gt;- Since there's 2 controllers, I can decide on my temperature and he can decide on his (n_n)/ This is the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; feature !!&lt;br /&gt;- You can also set the timer, so it'll off automatically by itself.&lt;br /&gt;- So, about 15 minutes before you sleep, turn it on to warm up your bed. And when you tug yourself to sleep in a &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cozy bed&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newly bought electric blankets! Say bye-bye to cold beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPuI6SnAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntR8c_UnlYk/s1600-h/blanket1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPuI6SnAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntR8c_UnlYk/s320/blanket1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623449541155842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPt0etXbI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qUvC0BGkOIo/s1600-h/blanket2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPt0etXbI/AAAAAAAAAb4/qUvC0BGkOIo/s320/blanket2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623444056759730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 2 controllers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPt10AxoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sy-VPiLrIkA/s1600-h/blanket3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPt10AxoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sy-VPiLrIkA/s320/blanket3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623444414547586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5221983211985373327?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5221983211985373327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-things-found-in-melb.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5221983211985373327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5221983211985373327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-things-found-in-melb.html' title='Interesting Things Found in Melb: Electric Blanket'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiTPuI6SnAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ntR8c_UnlYk/s72-c/blanket1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3451333127912797840</id><published>2009-06-01T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:33:25.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When Troubles Come</title><content type='html'>I'm getting pretty depressed these days. I really miss home. And I really do not know what on earth am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tell me that I'll have a wooooonnndeeerfuuuul life here. A life full with cotton candies, red roses, cute little bunnies, castles in the sky, bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not true... Life here is tough. And it is tougher than life back in Malaysia, considering that we have to totally uproot ourselves from our comfort zone and move with almost nothing (except for clothes and basic toiletries), and start alllllll over again from zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't helping asking God for His direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my main prayer is that, even though it's tough here, our walk with God will grow stronger. And our relationship as husband and wife will bond deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with us and for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share with you a song I kept singing, to remind myself that God is still in control and He'll see me through, no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come I trust in You&lt;br /&gt;For I know You will lead me through&lt;br /&gt;And I know You are faithful till the end&lt;br /&gt;And when the storm are drawig near&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with You&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to fear&lt;br /&gt;You're my shepherd on whom I can depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the day&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;I know You're always by my side&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are always here with me&lt;br /&gt;There is no changing God in Thee&lt;br /&gt;You are the same yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and today and forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here on Your promises I stand&lt;br /&gt;You hold my future in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;My solid Rock&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God I worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3451333127912797840?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3451333127912797840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-troubles-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3451333127912797840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3451333127912797840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-troubles-come.html' title='When Troubles Come'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8275880153881641868</id><published>2009-05-28T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:59:48.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Yarra River</title><content type='html'>I had an interview today, Thursday, with the head hunter in the city. Good response from him regarding my experience and resume. He said that he will be forwarding my resume to some good companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray together that God will provide me a GOOD job... soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview, to go back to my friends' home, I have to take a train from Flinders Street station. It was a nice sunny day, so I decided to walk there (not to mentioned that I want to save $$, public transportation here is kinda pricey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cross Yarra River and took some nice photos (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN76ixkD0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/k2f5I_uiAPY/s1600-h/yarra1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN76ixkD0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/k2f5I_uiAPY/s320/yarra1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249828688858946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zrNko9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/4Fyx7a4bD7o/s1600-h/yarra2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zrNko9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/4Fyx7a4bD7o/s320/yarra2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249710694736850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zgOQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pstcuuCJxT4/s1600-h/yarra3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zgOQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pstcuuCJxT4/s320/yarra3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249707744849058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zdPeNXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tXNLTKiXSIc/s1600-h/yarra4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zdPeNXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tXNLTKiXSIc/s320/yarra4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249706944607602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zK_PiWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cJHLN1Kw27s/s1600-h/yarra5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zK_PiWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cJHLN1Kw27s/s320/yarra5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249702044698978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinders Station. This is where I take train to my friends' home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zAuKWkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TTqHbDV-SZg/s1600-h/yarra6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN7zAuKWkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TTqHbDV-SZg/s320/yarra6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342249699288701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8275880153881641868?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8275880153881641868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/yarra-river.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8275880153881641868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8275880153881641868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/yarra-river.html' title='Yarra River'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SiN76ixkD0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/k2f5I_uiAPY/s72-c/yarra1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-6203794496739355746</id><published>2009-05-27T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:24.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found in Melb: Letter from a "Prophet"</title><content type='html'>My friend whom we're currently staying with received a very interesting mail today. So interesting, it got me stunned for a while. Gosh, there is such thing here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a letter from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Popoff"&gt;Peter Popoff&lt;/a&gt;, a self-claimed "prophet", who is "praying for you". And of course, if you want your prayers to be answered, you need to exhibit faith by *ahem* give money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the content of the letter. Click on the image to view a larger image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0nLhPqS7I/AAAAAAAAAas/VrMmgbGUf2A/s1600-h/letter2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0nLhPqS7I/AAAAAAAAAas/VrMmgbGUf2A/s320/letter2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467811987377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What is this?? I think it's the "Aaron's rod". What to do with it? Read the step-by-step instructions below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0nL5XD_CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2UUoRB2sTx0/s1600-h/letter1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0nL5XD_CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2UUoRB2sTx0/s320/letter1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467818460871714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction #1... interesting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m54usB-I/AAAAAAAAAak/57Il3hg0DTI/s1600-h/letter3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m54usB-I/AAAAAAAAAak/57Il3hg0DTI/s320/letter3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467509053884386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m5mQJwSI/AAAAAAAAAac/e1VA90RAWSQ/s1600-h/letter4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m5mQJwSI/AAAAAAAAAac/e1VA90RAWSQ/s320/letter4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467504093970722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m5S-6XQI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4XnubfNjtMU/s1600-h/letter5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0m5S-6XQI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4XnubfNjtMU/s320/letter5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467498921385218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-6203794496739355746?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/6203794496739355746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-in-melb-letter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6203794496739355746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/6203794496739355746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-in-melb-letter.html' title='Interesting Things Found in Melb: Letter from a &quot;Prophet&quot;'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sh0nLhPqS7I/AAAAAAAAAas/VrMmgbGUf2A/s72-c/letter2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7786663048984290066</id><published>2009-05-26T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:48.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Shrine of Rememberence</title><content type='html'>I had two interviews today in the city. My last interview was near the Shrine of Rememberence. I was there early, so I went for a short walk around the area. I took some pretty good pictures as well (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk to Shrine of Rememberence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu1-Bej39I/AAAAAAAAAZk/P3nnCH2AHNU/s1600-h/shrine1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu1-Bej39I/AAAAAAAAAZk/P3nnCH2AHNU/s320/shrine1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061860330987474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrine of Rememberence and beauuutiiifuul blue sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu197FhyfI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mM7yDCjYzv4/s1600-h/shrine2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu197FhyfI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mM7yDCjYzv4/s320/shrine2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061858615380466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sunny sky!! Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19qpmdWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AfOoRtJ2Ebw/s1600-h/shrine3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19qpmdWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AfOoRtJ2Ebw/s320/shrine3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061854203278690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19S-NtjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aY-AUR4qxU8/s1600-h/shrine4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19S-NtjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aY-AUR4qxU8/s320/shrine4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061847847286322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19MKjGoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4ql66-6dtlI/s1600-h/shrine5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu19MKjGoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4ql66-6dtlI/s320/shrine5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061846019971714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a beautiful day. The weather was great. The sky was blue and beautiful. And the interviews? Well, I'm satisfied with my performance. I really hope to hear some good response soon (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7786663048984290066?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7786663048984290066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/shrine-of-rememberence.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7786663048984290066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7786663048984290066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/shrine-of-rememberence.html' title='Shrine of Rememberence'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shu1-Bej39I/AAAAAAAAAZk/P3nnCH2AHNU/s72-c/shrine1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8325372493678588115</id><published>2009-05-25T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:03:04.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day today :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to attend an interview today in the city. I reached the city area 30 minutes early and found my way to the office. However, 15 minutes before the interview, the person whom I was supposed to meet called me and postponed the interview to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm fine with that. So I went to Woolworths to do some grocery shopping. After that, I tried to get to Albert Rd to meet my friend who offered me a ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some instructions on how to get there from those Information people. They told me to get on to a tram and stop at the station after Shrine of Rememberence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I noticed that the tram was taking me to somewhere else. I got down and try to find my way using the map. As I walked and walked and walked and walked, I noticed that the roads I saw was not stated in the map I have (@_@) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!! Where am I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it started to drizzle... and I don't have an umbrella... My mobile is running low in battery and credit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my friend called. Immediately she called her husband and he went searching for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day. And my mood was not in good conditions. I had a phone interview after all the drama. I think I did quite badly in the phone interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8325372493678588115?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8325372493678588115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8325372493678588115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8325372493678588115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-1878054956706213483</id><published>2009-05-24T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:03:46.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're so thankful and grateful to friends here. After a short stay in Hennley's place in St. Kilda, we moved in to another friends' place in Bonbeach. Both of them are my ex-cell members during the days of Faith Walkers. Their lovely house is about 15 minutes walk to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lovely house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxLuC2HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N-GwY7p4QRM/s1600-h/house1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxLuC2HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N-GwY7p4QRM/s320/house1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342559137421426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening today, we went for a stroll along the beach nearby with my friends and their little dog, Snowy... Ahhhh... so relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxE25_DI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LrGFU5kVnH8/s1600-h/beach1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxE25_DI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LrGFU5kVnH8/s320/beach1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342557295541298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy !! Don't be deceived by his cute looks. He's actaully real smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxcgD5xI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rgl3vvJ4v6k/s1600-h/snowy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxcgD5xI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rgl3vvJ4v6k/s320/snowy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342563642173202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-1878054956706213483?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/1878054956706213483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-so-thankful-and-grateful-to.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1878054956706213483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1878054956706213483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-so-thankful-and-grateful-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShknxLuC2HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N-GwY7p4QRM/s72-c/house1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5149151080820194438</id><published>2009-05-24T18:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:48.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Vietnam Village</title><content type='html'>After church, we went to have our lunch at Springvale. This place is like a Vietnam town, with many restaurants selling authentic Vietnamese cuisines and markets selling Asian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We has our lunch here. Food here is yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf9LHFMzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A1gRhLRfZak/s1600-h/viet1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333969039405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf9LHFMzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A1gRhLRfZak/s320/viet1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taugeh (bean sprout) that comes with our meal. We're supposed to soak it in our noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkjIC4fCoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zfJ-ixzg_Us/s1600-h/viet2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkjIC4fCoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zfJ-ixzg_Us/s320/viet2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339337454344145538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers: Beef ball rice-noodle (read: kuey tiew). Rating: Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShklqnFRUZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_QWc2wZ5GSY/s1600-h/viet13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShklqnFRUZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_QWc2wZ5GSY/s320/viet13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339340247200256402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His: Beef slice rice-noodle (read: kuey tiew). Rating: Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0ibUSsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-3ItJBYBQbw/s1600-h/viet4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333820679473858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0ibUSsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-3ItJBYBQbw/s320/viet4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went grocery shopping in those supermarkets nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their supermarkets look like those we have in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkflLu28CI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NsCoQtmbJfI/s1600-h/viet7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333556889382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkflLu28CI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NsCoQtmbJfI/s320/viet7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold.... pigggiiesss !! Stomach, intestines, ears, legs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0eakqpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I_gZIbGdizc/s1600-h/viet5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333819602610834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0eakqpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I_gZIbGdizc/s320/viet5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef! Beef! And more beef!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0QYpChI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LZtVYK3ONN0/s1600-h/viet6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333815836412434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf0QYpChI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LZtVYK3ONN0/s320/viet6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfknoPSEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L7ei1FNS3N4/s1600-h/viet9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333547197941826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfknoPSEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L7ei1FNS3N4/s320/viet9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuih-muih and snacks, just like those we have in Malaysia, e.g.: sago, 9-layer cake, rice biscuits, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfkUzFTXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cym0dtLAupQ/s1600-h/viet10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333542143151474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfkUzFTXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cym0dtLAupQ/s320/viet10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More seafood... prawns, crabs, sotongs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkfk-5gKsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/znLYfpnq35E/s1600-h/viet8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333553444367042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkfk-5gKsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/znLYfpnq35E/s320/viet8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauces, can foods, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfkcogQTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6fRqnpVgmYc/s1600-h/viet11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339333544246264114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShkfkcogQTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6fRqnpVgmYc/s320/viet11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5149151080820194438?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5149151080820194438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/vietnam-village.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5149151080820194438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5149151080820194438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/vietnam-village.html' title='Vietnam Village'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkf9LHFMzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A1gRhLRfZak/s72-c/viet1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3499721278390354754</id><published>2009-05-24T18:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:02:33.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Trip to Church</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday (and the weather is great!) and it's our first time visiting a church here in Melbourne. Our dear friend/ex-cell member/host brought us to their church, &lt;a href="http://www.citylifechurch.com/default.aspx"&gt;City Life Church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the church outside. From the outside, this doesn't really look like a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd93XwHRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XrLuBd_Bl78/s1600-h/church1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd93XwHRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XrLuBd_Bl78/s320/church1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339331781897231634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of the auditorium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd9rQ-YxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/dSsfFy1vBA4/s1600-h/church2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd9rQ-YxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/dSsfFy1vBA4/s320/church2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339331778647581458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats are those looooong benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd9SbCeaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/iUIxDyyxFzw/s1600-h/church3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd9SbCeaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/iUIxDyyxFzw/s320/church3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339331771978906018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss DUMC and worshipping God in Dream Centre :( And I really need God's guidance and direction in this foreign land. I felt so lonely here, so unsettled and so abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3499721278390354754?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3499721278390354754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-church.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3499721278390354754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3499721278390354754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-church.html' title='Trip to Church'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Shkd93XwHRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XrLuBd_Bl78/s72-c/church1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3932773290258890404</id><published>2009-05-21T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:48.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Trip Around the City</title><content type='html'>These days, we keep going to the city to do our administrative stuff, shopping, banking, etc. I didn't really take much photo, but here goes some :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the city. Look, there's a guy cycling in the city. And the cars will really stop for the pedestrians to cross (@_@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUtuL7xFII/AAAAAAAAAVs/qFWsbXmFwhE/s1600-h/city1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUtuL7xFII/AAAAAAAAAVs/qFWsbXmFwhE/s320/city1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338223204818293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take trams everywhere we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttmvRTkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Mn28Q54RnEI/s1600-h/city2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttmvRTkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Mn28Q54RnEI/s320/city2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338223194833768002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the city. Tram tracks in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttl8b6II/AAAAAAAAAVc/25KBaLmuISU/s1600-h/city3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttl8b6II/AAAAAAAAAVc/25KBaLmuISU/s320/city3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338223194620553346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne is very environmental friendly. People here hardly use plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttMyPzzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eOComU7CRmU/s1600-h/city4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUttMyPzzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eOComU7CRmU/s320/city4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338223187866930994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3932773290258890404?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3932773290258890404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-around-city.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3932773290258890404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3932773290258890404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-around-city.html' title='Trip Around the City'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUtuL7xFII/AAAAAAAAAVs/qFWsbXmFwhE/s72-c/city1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-1539051673115453439</id><published>2009-05-21T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:23:14.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>First Home-Cooked Meal</title><content type='html'>My first home-cooked in Melbourne (n_n)/ We went grocery shopping yesterday and bought some chickens, choi-sam and potatoes. And I cooked dinner today. It wasn't as great as my mom's cooking, but I am contented! The taste really reminds me of home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fry choi-sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUrK7X5CrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PfajBRQfW6Q/s1600-h/food1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUrK7X5CrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PfajBRQfW6Q/s320/food1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338220400054176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's "chicken + potato" recipe. Yums! I hope my mom is proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUrKhxKBjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/y6NqGvB8wBk/s1600-h/food2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUrKhxKBjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/y6NqGvB8wBk/s320/food2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338220393180825138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-1539051673115453439?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/1539051673115453439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-home-cooked-meal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1539051673115453439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1539051673115453439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-home-cooked-meal.html' title='First Home-Cooked Meal'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShUrK7X5CrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PfajBRQfW6Q/s72-c/food1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5846958433775596185</id><published>2009-05-20T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:24.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found in Melb: Malaysia Packet Food</title><content type='html'>We went to the supermarket to do some grocery shopping. And look what we found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Mammee!! Hmm... the Mammee monster does look a bit different from the one we have in Malaysia. This one kinda fluffy and with more furs. Must be because of the cold weather here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP4YMdkXkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GOHjvRpvWE/s1600-h/mammee1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP4YMdkXkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GOHjvRpvWE/s320/mammee1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883077909962306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Maggi Mee too. There's oriental flavor, beef flavor, chicken, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP4YDlLFmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1pC3_40uYeA/s1600-h/maggi1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP4YDlLFmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1pC3_40uYeA/s320/maggi1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883075525940834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5846958433775596185?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5846958433775596185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-in-melb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5846958433775596185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5846958433775596185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-in-melb.html' title='Interesting Things Found in Melb: Malaysia Packet Food'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP4YMdkXkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GOHjvRpvWE/s72-c/mammee1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-469389594239013444</id><published>2009-05-20T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:03:00.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>First Meal in Melbourne</title><content type='html'>After reaching Hennley's place at about 9.30pm, both of us were famished! Our friend dropped us at a Chinese restaurant, called Nam Loong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! We found "Nasi Goreng" in the menu. And it's AUD 7. That means, it's about RM 21... more expensive than the "yong chow" fried rice in Madam Kwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1oOHnWpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y_e92OC53Qs/s1600-h/food1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1oOHnWpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y_e92OC53Qs/s320/food1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880054697777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More asian food in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1jSJjx3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cfxQYGp1f9g/s1600-h/food2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1jSJjx3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cfxQYGp1f9g/s320/food2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879969880328050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance of the restaurant. Just like those coffee shops we have in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1jKPkoxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b7FGz4vQ-h0/s1600-h/food3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1jKPkoxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b7FGz4vQ-h0/s320/food3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879967758066450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1i7l_tgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wvImOxgGFWY/s1600-h/food4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1i7l_tgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wvImOxgGFWY/s320/food4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879963825583618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His: Sweet and sour chicken with rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1imrxVII/AAAAAAAAAUM/UT1r39SLQ7Y/s1600-h/food5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1imrxVII/AAAAAAAAAUM/UT1r39SLQ7Y/s320/food5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879958212662402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers: Brinjal + chicken with Thai sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1iQkKgiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fYleGH7SXIs/s1600-h/food6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1iQkKgiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fYleGH7SXIs/s320/food6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879952275178018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: We banned the shop =_____=''''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-469389594239013444?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/469389594239013444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-meal-in-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/469389594239013444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/469389594239013444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-meal-in-melbourne.html' title='First Meal in Melbourne'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShP1oOHnWpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y_e92OC53Qs/s72-c/food1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-2996489147784086123</id><published>2009-05-20T08:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:48.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Yay! We're in MELBOURNE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First land spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRUBT10uI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZNCQrjLJYMI/s1600-h/land1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRUBT10uI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZNCQrjLJYMI/s320/land1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699387755057890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne airport not really big. It's tiny compare to KLIA. And there are cute beagles doggies around, sniffing everyone's bags for drugs/gun powder/etc. Too bad I didn't manage to snap a photo of them. They're really very cute. But you wouldn't want them to sniff your bag too long. It usually means you MAY BE carrying something illegal. And they would want open your bags, and you wouldn't want the hassle of re-packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Melbourne airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRT3oPr2I/AAAAAAAAATs/ejgrWW15x-g/s1600-h/land3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRT3oPr2I/AAAAAAAAATs/ejgrWW15x-g/s320/land3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699385156284258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRUOHqiuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6kdm30k3_os/s1600-h/land2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRUOHqiuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6kdm30k3_os/s320/land2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699391193647842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabs are in yellow in colour. We got a big-@$$ cab since we have sooooooo much of luggage. Cost us about AUD55 to reach our friend's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRTnibYxI/AAAAAAAAATk/thuP-QmLWog/s1600-h/land4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRTnibYxI/AAAAAAAAATk/thuP-QmLWog/s320/land4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699380836918034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;b&gt;BIG THANKS&lt;/b&gt; to our friends for offering their places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-2996489147784086123?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/2996489147784086123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-were-in-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2996489147784086123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/2996489147784086123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-were-in-melbourne.html' title='Yay! We&apos;re in MELBOURNE!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNRUBT10uI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZNCQrjLJYMI/s72-c/land1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-498275327027833352</id><published>2009-05-20T08:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:03:00.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Eating Onboard</title><content type='html'>We had our lunchie on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the egg set = Egg with cheese + tomato + chicken hotdog + mushrooms, with chocolate walnut cake, super sweetened fruits, orange juice and croissant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNO1HpeoYI/AAAAAAAAATc/P241KBz4zFA/s1600-h/mas8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNO1HpeoYI/AAAAAAAAATc/P241KBz4zFA/s320/mas8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696657857225090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the nasi lemak set = Nasi lemak, with chocolate walnut cake, super sweetened fruits, orange juice and croissant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNO1EBMgRI/AAAAAAAAATU/lByk7oAckmk/s1600-h/mas9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNO1EBMgRI/AAAAAAAAATU/lByk7oAckmk/s320/mas9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696656882958610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-498275327027833352?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/498275327027833352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/eating-onboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/498275327027833352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/498275327027833352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/eating-onboard.html' title='Eating Onboard'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNO1HpeoYI/AAAAAAAAATc/P241KBz4zFA/s72-c/mas8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7691639413155252140</id><published>2009-05-20T08:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:26:04.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Enrich Gold Member Lounge</title><content type='html'>After sobbing and crying for sometime (I really x10000 miss my family), my heart lifted up when I was given an opportunity to visit the MAS Enrich Member Lounge. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registering at the oounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNNAKnWW-I/AAAAAAAAATM/jII0dwdEcQw/s1600-h/mas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNNAKnWW-I/AAAAAAAAATM/jII0dwdEcQw/s320/mas1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694648608906210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooo..... biiiiiiiiiggg lounge !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM_zPB3HI/AAAAAAAAATE/Rqn57Fsh4UE/s1600-h/mas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM_zPB3HI/AAAAAAAAATE/Rqn57Fsh4UE/s320/mas2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694642332884082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM3PceyXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6BYn7EmJm0Y/s1600-h/mas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM3PceyXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6BYn7EmJm0Y/s320/mas3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694495286675826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food galore!! They have nasi lemak, western breakfast (hot dog, ham, egg, etc.), sandwiches, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2zKCUII/AAAAAAAAAS0/dEsj9-b2k0g/s1600-h/mas4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2zKCUII/AAAAAAAAAS0/dEsj9-b2k0g/s320/mas4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694487693119618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juices and milks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2xmNTRI/AAAAAAAAASs/i-vX9rrNS3I/s1600-h/mas5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2xmNTRI/AAAAAAAAASs/i-vX9rrNS3I/s320/mas5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694487274409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@_@) They even have beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2jdDw7I/AAAAAAAAASk/N2O8MvDnNIM/s1600-h/mas6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2jdDw7I/AAAAAAAAASk/N2O8MvDnNIM/s320/mas6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694483477939122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2UUX4hI/AAAAAAAAASc/gY2zQKU_rf8/s1600-h/mas7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNM2UUX4hI/AAAAAAAAASc/gY2zQKU_rf8/s320/mas7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694479414977042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7691639413155252140?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7691639413155252140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/enrich-gold-member-lounge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7691639413155252140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7691639413155252140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/enrich-gold-member-lounge.html' title='Enrich Gold Member Lounge'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/ShNNAKnWW-I/AAAAAAAAATM/jII0dwdEcQw/s72-c/mas1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-5876152863462478989</id><published>2009-05-11T16:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:02.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found While Packing: 2007 Snort Calendar</title><content type='html'>This is yet another interesting treasure we found while packing. Really wish we could bring this over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007 &lt;a href="http://www.snort.org/"&gt;Snort&lt;/a&gt; Calendar. Got it when I attended &lt;a href="http://www.sans.org/"&gt;SANS&lt;/a&gt; in Brisbane back in 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfzsOtFm9I/AAAAAAAAACc/eOcJgan46-k/s1600-h/snort1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfzsOtFm9I/AAAAAAAAACc/eOcJgan46-k/s320/snort1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500224830643154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfzry7Va2I/AAAAAAAAACU/h7Qb1poJeiE/s1600-h/snort2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfzry7Va2I/AAAAAAAAACU/h7Qb1poJeiE/s320/snort2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500217374206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfzrqKEiYI/AAAAAAAAACM/_I21TdLNBgU/s1600-h/snort3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfzrqKEiYI/AAAAAAAAACM/_I21TdLNBgU/s320/snort3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500215020095874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfzra9HRoI/AAAAAAAAACE/DznS-5IcZIo/s1600-h/snort4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfzra9HRoI/AAAAAAAAACE/DznS-5IcZIo/s320/snort4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500210939217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4YocgGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E7Kf9-3drgQ/s1600-h/snort5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4YocgGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E7Kf9-3drgQ/s320/snort5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499334142328930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4MNxxQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/95GdAsZ8M7s/s1600-h/snort6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4MNxxQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/95GdAsZ8M7s/s320/snort6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499330809251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4KaIJ6I/AAAAAAAAABs/yVqjN0nQ0pM/s1600-h/snort7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy4KaIJ6I/AAAAAAAAABs/yVqjN0nQ0pM/s320/snort7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499330324178850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy3yI0fQI/AAAAAAAAABk/As0-_ewe-ng/s1600-h/snort8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy3yI0fQI/AAAAAAAAABk/As0-_ewe-ng/s320/snort8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499323809135874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy34c6xVI/AAAAAAAAABc/NYW70TOS1xQ/s1600-h/snort9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/Sgfy34c6xVI/AAAAAAAAABc/NYW70TOS1xQ/s320/snort9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499325504046418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyGVtb6NI/AAAAAAAAABU/uFqdzKjSE3M/s1600-h/snort10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyGVtb6NI/AAAAAAAAABU/uFqdzKjSE3M/s320/snort10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498474364496082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyGELV3bI/AAAAAAAAABM/CodqKafris4/s1600-h/snort11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyGELV3bI/AAAAAAAAABM/CodqKafris4/s320/snort11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498469658090930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyF0G-5bI/AAAAAAAAABE/pSaw6tsGPqI/s1600-h/snort12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyF0G-5bI/AAAAAAAAABE/pSaw6tsGPqI/s320/snort12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498465344841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyFlG-4II/AAAAAAAAAA8/NAbjqHZamYk/s1600-h/snort13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyFlG-4II/AAAAAAAAAA8/NAbjqHZamYk/s320/snort13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498461318307970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyFeGmqBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eYtAOvFgNwo/s1600-h/snort14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfyFeGmqBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eYtAOvFgNwo/s320/snort14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498459437672466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-5876152863462478989?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/5876152863462478989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-while-packing_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5876152863462478989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/5876152863462478989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-while-packing_11.html' title='Interesting Things Found While Packing: 2007 Snort Calendar'/><author><name>w00t</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAJdl90-Uwo/SgfzsOtFm9I/AAAAAAAAACc/eOcJgan46-k/s72-c/snort1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3869256931567913280</id><published>2009-05-11T14:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:02.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Interesting Things Found While Packing: A Notebook Notebook</title><content type='html'>9 more days to go and we're gradually emptying our abode. Some we pack to bring along to Australia. Some we keep. Some we give away. Some we donate. Some we throw/recycle. And some, we just do not know what to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy, messy, messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfIkLEv41I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z7sqjEy5FwU/s1600-h/pack1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfIkLEv41I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z7sqjEy5FwU/s320/pack1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334452807417193298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the very interesting items we found is a "&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notebook Notebook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notebook Notebook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?? This is how it looks like (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top view... hmm, Dell notebook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfUc4fEfTI/AAAAAAAAASM/0M7CE5Y5Fv8/s1600-h/pack2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfUc4fEfTI/AAAAAAAAASM/0M7CE5Y5Fv8/s320/pack2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334465876307770674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfUoXbg73I/AAAAAAAAASU/9ngisHU_ELU/s1600-h/pack3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfUoXbg73I/AAAAAAAAASU/9ngisHU_ELU/s320/pack3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334466073592917874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deng deng* Opening the notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfLtjwomEI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ms0jjwpP8pk/s1600-h/pack4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfLtjwomEI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ms0jjwpP8pk/s320/pack4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334456267197421634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ta-Da* A notebook with LCD screen and keyboard! It's a Latitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfLtmEACeI/AAAAAAAAARU/tz26PCTprjU/s1600-h/pack5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfLtmEACeI/AAAAAAAAARU/tz26PCTprjU/s320/pack5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334456267815520738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... there is something "in" this notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfNbTU__qI/AAAAAAAAARc/HViY40BusIA/s1600-h/pack6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfNbTU__qI/AAAAAAAAARc/HViY40BusIA/s320/pack6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334458152572157602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@_@) It's a NOTEBOOK... that looks like a notebook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfNbVOb8xI/AAAAAAAAARk/BGu-AzMWblY/s1600-h/pack7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfNbVOb8xI/AAAAAAAAARk/BGu-AzMWblY/s320/pack7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334458153081500434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3869256931567913280?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3869256931567913280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-while-packing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3869256931567913280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3869256931567913280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-things-found-while-packing.html' title='Interesting Things Found While Packing: A Notebook Notebook'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SgfIkLEv41I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z7sqjEy5FwU/s72-c/pack1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8850735896556129166</id><published>2009-05-05T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:18:14.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>As the time of departure is nearing, I can't help but listing down some activities I really would love to do in M'sia, but yet not so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;(growing)&lt;/i&gt; table below depicts my wish list, in no particular order: (hmm... a descriptive header before the table and a nicely constructed table, my consulting skills is still in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 2px; padding: 2px; vertical-align: top;" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="width: 50%; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Things to do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 10%; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Done?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 40%; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Remarks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eat DURIANS, lotsa duriansssss...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes and No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thanks so much to cell members! They brought durian for pot-bless last week! But one is still insufficient. I WANT MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Regain my pride and reputation and beat hubby in Wii boxing. Bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eat seafood... sweet sour crab, butter prawns, salted egg crayfish, XO pork, stir-fried kailan, asam steam fish, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon, I hope (n_n)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Meet-up with everyone I know, at least once (and hug them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;30%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;s&gt;Eat bah-kut-teh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dropped&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not a big fan of bah-kut-teh... save the stomach for other food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have dim sum for breakfast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hmmm... many said that Melb has one of the best dim sum... should I drop this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Master my mom's cooking... especially, braised salted fish + tofu + porkie, braised potato + chicken, stir-fry ginger + spring onion + fish, ABC soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I think I'll take years to truly master them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Setup FB account for hubby.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Done. I'm such a wonderful wife (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Learn how to make teh-tarik.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thanks to the pantry kakak for her tips! I think, I'll leave the "tarik" off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Go Melaka!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;YAY!! Thanks to my ex-housemates! We has such a great time in Melaka. We had chicken rice ball, Portuguese seafood, asam laksa, cendol, ice creams, crepe cakes, etc etc... too bad our tummy ran out of space for satay-celup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have mamak late at night. Would like to order teh-si-ice, roti bom, roti tisu, ayam tanduri, maggi mee goreng, garlic cheese nan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Develop and master the skill of generating/preserving heat in my body. I'll definitely need it for this coming winter in Melb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;=_=&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I don't think this will ever happen. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Join church prayer meeting to pray for beloved M'sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOON!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Soon!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8850735896556129166?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8850735896556129166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8850735896556129166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8850735896556129166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-8753015468828681171</id><published>2009-05-04T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:16:42.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I love Sue</title><content type='html'>&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Sue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Posting such a heartfelt message on your blog (see &lt;a href="http://suezlife.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sue's blog&lt;/a&gt;) for me is so touching (and surprising). Haha... Nevertheless, you moved me to tears (in the office, thank God for cubicles!). How can I thank you for your love, patience, kindness, guidance, friendship for all these years. Sometimes, I wished I've been a better friend for you. You're always there for me, through ups and downs, tears and laughter, mamak and shopping, nagging and not, etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through kindergarten, primary school and secondary school together. But it was only after we graduated from university that we got close. I can still remember the day we "reunited" after you came back from studying in Australia. It was very, very late at night (or early in the morning). And we were in Burger Kings, Hartamas. YYK was the one who initiated the meet-up. The meet-up in Burger King was a bit awkward. We haven't met in years. And thus, we talked the "weather talk", just the usual "how are you" stuff. But it was the journey back that got us close. I remembered you drove me back home. When we reached my home, we chat in the car for &lt;s&gt;sometime&lt;/s&gt; looonnngg time. It was from those sharing that brought us close. I remembered you prayed for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered those times we prayed together with Sarah. And makan sessions which we always over-estimate the capacity of our stomach. Running like crazy because we were late for our movies on Wednesday nights. Celebrating Valentine's Day together in a mamak because everywhere else is sooooooo packed. Talking in the car for hours. Taking care of me like a mother when I had dengue fever. &lt;s&gt;Nagging&lt;/s&gt; Advice sharing sessions. Being my beaaaauuutiifuuul bride's maid on my wedding day (and helping me make those tideous booklets for our wedding guest, which are usually thrown away after that) ... etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue, I love you and I really love you dearly. I'll definitely miss you a lot when I leave M'sia. Please take good care of yourself and stay safe, healthy and strong. I'll keep you in prayers all the time. Please do keep me in your prayers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say goodbye, but see-you-soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-8753015468828681171?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/8753015468828681171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-sue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8753015468828681171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/8753015468828681171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-sue.html' title='I love Sue'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7563345736139322260</id><published>2009-04-27T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:40:55.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Saya Cinta Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Yes, I love my country Malaysia, very much indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that our plans of migrating to Australia got broadcast, I’ve been hearing so much comments on our move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, you managed to escape!”&lt;br /&gt;“Good for you!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll be better off there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good move!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that’s the way… escape as fast as you can.”&lt;br /&gt;“Your life will be a lot better there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be praising our move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this move is very tough on me. I’m born and breed in Malaysia. And I’m very much attached with everything here. I really love the people here. Especially my family and friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia desperately needs good citizens to stay on and persevere and built her up. I felt my own nation needs me more than anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are great needs in this nation and a greater need to open the eyes of the citizen to these needs. There’s still a long way to go to built this nation up to be a strong, righteous and humble nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I’m somehow fearful that my focus on God would be diverted with my new life. I would only go to a place if and only if God wants me to be there. And I pray that my new life will be purposeful to God and His plans. That we’ll be a blessing to our new home and community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I’ll always love my dear Malaysia, and keep her in prayers in all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7563345736139322260?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7563345736139322260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/saya-cinta-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7563345736139322260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7563345736139322260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/saya-cinta-malaysia.html' title='Saya Cinta Malaysia'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3677013613304176439</id><published>2009-04-13T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:08:17.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I wrote this sometime in the past, about more than 2 years ago. I can't help feeling the same this very day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~ A Change ~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change, I shouted loudly,&lt;br /&gt;To rebel against monotony,&lt;br /&gt;And to defy amissed conformity,&lt;br /&gt;A better good, I strife earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change I encountered, after the fight,&lt;br /&gt;But there I stood, paralyzed and uptight,&lt;br /&gt;The next step was an intimidating might,&lt;br /&gt;The unknown was as dark as the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith I put my best foot forward,&lt;br /&gt;In prayer I hope my heart not to coward,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me through the seas of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And fill my doubtful heart with Your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3677013613304176439?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3677013613304176439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3677013613304176439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3677013613304176439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-3836954753841902698</id><published>2009-04-13T11:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:02:33.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>David Pawson</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we attended &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Pawson"&gt;David Pawson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;’s sermon on &lt;b&gt;“Unlocking the Bible”&lt;/b&gt;. It was a wonderful enlightening experience. There are many wonderful mysteries in the Bible that is waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started his sermon by asking 5 questions and we’re to raise our hands if the answer is “Yes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: One, do you truly believe that the Bible is the Word of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;== Many hands raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: Unanimous. Two, do you believed that the Bible is the most important book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;== Many hands raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: Unanimous again. Three, have you read the book…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;== Many hands GOING to be raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: I don’t mean bits of it. I mean, all of it… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;== Several hands raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: Ok ok... Four, how many of you read through a book before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;== Many hands raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;David: Unanimous. Interesting, you said that the Bible is the most important book, but you’ve never finish reading it. And yet, you’ve finished reading other books which are not so important. Last question, and be very careful on answering this ‘cause God is looking at you, will you read through the Bible from today onwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;== Several hands raised ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his sermon, he taught us on we should we should read the Bible. Some interesting pointers I noted:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The Bible is a library of books, a history book and a love book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; We should read the Bible disregarding the chapter and verse number. In this way, our thoughts will not be influenced by the division caused by the chapter/verse number. If people in the past can read and understand the Bible without these numberings, so can we. Besides, when we have no chapter/verse number to depend on, it will really train us in knowing our Bible better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; And by ignoring the verse numbering, we won’t simply read scriptures out-of-context. He gave many verses that are read out-of-context. One very interesting one is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/i&gt; “I can do everything through him who gives me strength”&lt;/b&gt;. He asked the crowd to think of the areas in our life we can apply this verse. And then he asked us, &lt;i&gt;“Who thought of &lt;b&gt;money&lt;/b&gt;?”&lt;/i&gt;. Only 2 hands raised. &lt;i&gt;“Well, at least two of you got the verse right”&lt;/i&gt;. He, then, went go on to explain the context of the verse. Verse 10-12 was about Paul being thankful to his Philippians friends for their gift and telling them that he’s doing fine in whatever circumstances he’s in because he have learnt to be contented. And then verse 13 comes, that he can do all things (i.e.: surviving on very little and still have a contented heart) because Christ helps him. Very enlightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Before reading a book, ask what is the book about and what is it telling you. He gave many examples, some interesting ones are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** The book of &lt;b&gt;Proverbs&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;b&gt;book of proverbs&lt;/b&gt;. There are words of wisdom, and not God’s promises which we can claim. This means, that they are generally true, but not all the time. He gave the example on training your son well so your son will not depart from your teachings. Generally, it is true… but not all the time. Your son, even though well-trained and well-taught since young, can choose to rebel and depart from your teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** There’re 4 gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke &amp;amp; John) and they’re written for different audiences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark and Luke is written for the unbelievers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luke is written for young believers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John is written for matured believers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How sure is this? Read through all 4 gospels and compare how they’re written and the stories in each gospel. One noticeable story is the parable of the wedding banquet (&lt;b&gt;Matt 22:1-14&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Luke 14:16-24&lt;/b&gt;). See how the parable ends in those two books. Notice that the parable is ended quite harshly in Matthew, where one of attendees who failed to change his clothes is bind and throw outside, into the darkness where there be weeping and gnashing of teeth (&lt;b&gt;Matt 14: 11-13&lt;/b&gt;). Yes, the abovementioned is one of the warnings in the Bible regarding persevering our salvation and not to backslide and turn lukewarm. Scary, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I truly enjoyed his sermon and really learn a lot. What really amazed me is his passion for God and in studying of His Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;b&gt;Unlocking the Bible&lt;/b&gt;. I've got one at home. It's pretty thick, but nevertheless interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SeLYXMweLfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ig-6rnbD_L8/s1600-h/unlocking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SeLYXMweLfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ig-6rnbD_L8/s320/unlocking1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324055602578468338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-3836954753841902698?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/3836954753841902698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-pawson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3836954753841902698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/3836954753841902698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-pawson.html' title='David Pawson'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SeLYXMweLfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ig-6rnbD_L8/s72-c/unlocking1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-1479944775889144874</id><published>2009-03-31T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:39:51.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Dream Wedding</title><content type='html'>My long awaited testimony (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== &lt;b&gt;Prologue&lt;/b&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gosh, it's going to rain again," sighed my colleague. "I guess I’d better be stuck in office rather than in a terrible jam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of my office window. Dark clouds loomed the sky above, sending thunders and lightning as messages of intimidation. Soon, rain poured, flooding the ground below with its abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining cats and dogs every evening without fail. Worry began to creep into my mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, don’t rain this Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I whispered a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this Saturday is my wedding day. Yup, someone actually wants me for a lifetime. One of the biggest days of my life. And I definitely want everything (I repeat, &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt;) to be &lt;i&gt;PPPPPERFECT&lt;/i&gt;. Oh yes, you guessed it correctly, I’m an idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it’s going to be a &lt;i&gt;garden &lt;/i&gt;wedding. This is something I have been dreaming of since I was young. A wedding set in the beautiful lush exterior. Surrounded by blossoming pastel flowers and flourishing greeneries. The mellow composition orchestrated by little adorable birds. Me, in the most elegant white gown, gracefully marching in, as my husband-to-be gazed with anticipation. And the crowd gawked in awe and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boooommmmm !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loud thunder shook me back to reality. My mind began to be overwhelmed by worries and doubt. “Dear Lord, will there be rain this Saturday?” my heart whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” A voice, strong and peaceful yet so familiar, calmed the raging doubts of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” I could hear His voice echoing again, bringing a strong sense of assurance and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” Yes, I believed, it is not going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Such a heavy downpour,” sighed my colleague. “You better strategized a backup plan. Looks like it’s going to rain on your wedding day.” said my colleague under his suppressed laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” I replied back with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How sure are you?” another colleague asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Positively, definitely, certainly sure,” I assured them, “It is not going to rain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== &lt;b&gt;Fast forward to my wedding day&lt;/b&gt; ===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” I could still hear His assuring voice. So far, the day has been beautiful and sunny. Well, maybe somewhat too sunny. I was slightly worried that the day would be too hot. And so, the image of a heavily perspiring bride flashed into my mind. Gosh, I wouldn’t want my family and friends to endure such heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, off we went in a decorated MPV, my husband-to-be and I to our wedding venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boooommmmm !!!&lt;/i&gt; Yes, the familiar sound of the horrendous thunder. And soon, the flood gates of the sky opened and drenched the ground with its downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, doubt crept in aiming to overpower His assuring voice. I looked out the car window and I could only see dark clouds and rain everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiinngg… my &lt;s&gt;then fiancé’s&lt;/s&gt; bride's maid's phone rang. “Hello,” &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our dear friend who took role as our wedding coordinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The hotel staff needs your confirmation on the wedding venue. They suggested shifting the venue to the foyer… to be on the safe side… in case it rains...”, she said hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it raining there?” my fiancé asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” she answered, “but this entire place is blanketed with thundering dark clouds. We’re praying very hard for the clouds to away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s continue praying and decide on the shift later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we prayed… and we prayed… and we prayed…  “It is not going to rain.” I could still remember the assurance I received. Wait a minute. Was that my own voice giving myself false confidence? Or was it the Lord my God, the creator of heaven and earth, who will never leave me nor forsake me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, it that You?” my heart whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not going to rain.” I could hear those words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang again. My fiancé picked up the phone. It’s my wedding coordinator again. They required a confirmation as the hotel is to set up the seats and stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiancé and I looked at each other. And we said, “Set it in the garden. It is NOT going to rain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure?” my coordinator asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By faith, yes!” my fiancé exclaimed. “In Jesus’ mighty name, amen!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amen!” my wedding coordinator exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amen!” the best man / driver exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amen!” my bride’s maid, who was beside me, exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amen!” I exclaimed. God said that even faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. What more moving clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we arrived at the hotel. We looked up to the sky. To our amazement, we saw the dark thundering clouds began to shift. Everyone who was there before us was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The dark clouds came. And seated here along with its threatening thunder and lightning. And then, the dark clouds moved. And now it’s gone!” my photographer explained in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your wedding is the best I've experienced. I saw with my own eyes the dark clouds and thought to myself, it’s going rain cats and dogs. And then, with my own eyes, I saw the clouds being blown away.” my make-up artist awed as she did my make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The dark clouds are being blown away! Our God is all assuring and almighty” my wedding coordinator overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather was beauuuutifuuul. The dark clouds that came and gone left behind cool breezes. And the sky was big and blue. My wedding was more perfect than I’ve planned. More magnificent than I could ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was more than just an event. The savour of true meaning of marriage radiated. Unspeakable joy bubbled up. Our hearts was so filled with such immense love. Both my husband and I immersed ourselves in the presence of God as we make our marriage covenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See… I told you it is not going to rain” I could hear His smile. He never failed to awe me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding reminds me of one thing. That my God is bigger than I could imagine. There’s nothing too big for Him to overcome. And nothing too small for Him to ignore. Though He’s the King of kings and the Lord of lords, He’s also my faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me dearly… (by the way, if you’re wondering, He loves you very, very much too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus Christ, we thank you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden (top view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc2cGI6eR1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Iz250CvbcvU/s1600-h/wedding1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc2cGI6eR1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Iz250CvbcvU/s320/wedding1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318078364280309586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Purple ribbons everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc2cGie9T2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/ae6r8hUASoA/s1600-h/wedding2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc2cGie9T2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/ae6r8hUASoA/s320/wedding2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318078371144224610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floral arch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SdGft3RRpKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gVupijss6T4/s1600-h/wedding4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SdGft3RRpKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gVupijss6T4/s320/wedding4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319208245180605602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauuuutiful pink roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SdGftqCiASI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bgzY641FyRY/s1600-h/wedding3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SdGftqCiASI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bgzY641FyRY/s320/wedding3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319208241629102370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-1479944775889144874?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/1479944775889144874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dream-wedding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1479944775889144874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/1479944775889144874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dream-wedding.html' title='My Dream Wedding'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc2cGI6eR1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Iz250CvbcvU/s72-c/wedding1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7381753511918125438</id><published>2009-03-29T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:01:12.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we celebrated &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt; in pitch dark. Nothing on, except for our TV (we were watching Fight Quest). It definitely a good experience, though many people believed that switching their lights off for just one hour makes no difference. It maybe be cliche or even foolish, but we truly believe that my few light bulbs off makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a good friend of mine said, &lt;b&gt;one baby step at a time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone thinks that their action (or lack of action) does not bring any difference to the world, then we can start saying farewell to this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we all be good steward to this earth we're blessed with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Official Earth Hour web site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc8zLezYt_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qxyMa3S2jL0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc8zLezYt_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qxyMa3S2jL0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318525957288015858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our TV channel celebrated Earth Hour by halting their programmes. Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc8zK28GoyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z1WsheYfusU/s1600-h/earthhour1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc8zK28GoyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z1WsheYfusU/s320/earthhour1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318525946587161378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of our humble abode in dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc832Hg400I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZU9J0m-o5Xk/s1600-h/earthhour3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc832Hg400I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ZU9J0m-o5Xk/s320/earthhour3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531087817298754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7381753511918125438?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7381753511918125438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7381753511918125438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7381753511918125438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sc8zLezYt_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/qxyMa3S2jL0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-9020036929638007642</id><published>2009-03-27T11:32:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:05:30.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>No to graveyard shift</title><content type='html'>Came across an &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/world/breast-cancer-linked-to-night-shifts-20090317-90z7.html"&gt;article on the relationship between cancer and night shifts&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/"&gt;The Age&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago and thought it's worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention the most is that "&lt;em&gt;The International Agency for Research on Cancer &lt;strong&gt;placed shift work in the same category as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultraviolet_radiation#Harmful_effects"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultraviolet radiation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anabolic_steroids"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabolic steroids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diesel_particulate_matter"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diesel engine exhaust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in terms of cancer risk&lt;/strong&gt;. The agency's Dr Vincent Cogliano said changes to sleep patterns caused by working nights could lower the body's production of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melatonin"&gt;melatonin&lt;/a&gt;. "Melatonin has some beneficial effects in preventing some of the steps leading to cancer," he said. "The evidence is really no different than it might be for an industrial chemical."&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-9020036929638007642?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/9020036929638007642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-to-night-shifts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/9020036929638007642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/9020036929638007642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-to-night-shifts.html' title='No to graveyard shift'/><author><name>w00t</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-78421318367949144</id><published>2009-03-17T10:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:29:08.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Save the Environment... Again??</title><content type='html'>After my previous experience of attempting to reduce plastic bag consumption (see: &lt;a href="http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-environment-not.html"&gt;Save the Environment... Not!&lt;/a&gt;), I have NOT, am NOT, and will NOT learn my lesson. Stubborn as a mule, I pressed on to be a good steward of what was gifted to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last weekend, we went to do our grocery shopping. This time, we went to Giant. I brought along two of my eco-friendly green bags. For short, let's call my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eco-friendly green bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;greenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching the entrance, we noticed the guard standing on the left of the entrance. Quickly, I fold my greenies and hid them between my hubby's arm. And like a ninja, we tip-toed our way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately... The guard spotted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Transparent Mode Activating &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 21% to Completion &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: Excuse me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 43% to Completion &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: Excuse me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 78% to Completion &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: EXCUSE MEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Alert!! Transparent Mode Activation Failed &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Huh?? Me?? You're calling me?? (pretending blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: Yes... those bags, you cannot bring them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: But we need to use it to put our groceries after we paid for them. We want to reduce plastic consumption and save the environment. (convincing look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: You cannot bring them in. You can leave them at the counter outside and collect them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: But we need to use it to put our groceries after we paid for them. We want to reduce plastic consumption and save the environment. (pitiful look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: I'm sorry... you cannot bring them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: But we need to use it to put our groceries after we paid for them. We want to reduce plastic consumption and save the environment. (pissed-off look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: The manager is inside. If he/she sees it, he/she'll get angry and scold all of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... I was right... It is really the management's idea to forbid ALL greenies to be carried in. Then, why are they selling greenies anyway?? And all those Save-the-Environment preaching??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guard: Ok ok... like this, you stuffed your greenies in your handbag. Don't let your greenies be so obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Oh ok (stuffing two large, tough, hard-material, greenies into my handbag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guard: Thank you (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Thank you!! (smile, smile, smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Be careful, ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we'll be careful of the manager. But it'll be better if he/she approaches us. Then, I can get my feedback directly to them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greenies, all stuffed in my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sb8WGBlQVUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XayPqNNHpac/s1600-h/bag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313990378080195906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sb8WGBlQVUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XayPqNNHpac/s320/bag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fully utilised greenies (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sb8WGYbrUrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nuk70HjnrRU/s1600-h/bag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313990384214037170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sb8WGYbrUrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nuk70HjnrRU/s320/bag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-78421318367949144?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/78421318367949144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-environment-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/78421318367949144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/78421318367949144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-environment-again.html' title='Save the Environment... Again??'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/Sb8WGBlQVUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XayPqNNHpac/s72-c/bag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4707685241241915271</id><published>2009-03-03T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:06:37.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I Can Cook!! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Another proud moment of mine (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of overdosed Kylie Kwong + Jamie Oliver + Anthony Bourdain, I came out with my own stuffed-chicken-breast-meat recipe. I do not have an oven, thus, I pan-fried it. It turned out better than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe... &lt;i&gt;(note: try at your own risk)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The stuffing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Garlic (lots of them if you like garlics)&lt;br /&gt;- Shallot&lt;br /&gt;- Red onion&lt;br /&gt;- Celery&lt;br /&gt;- A bit of basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;- Sprinkle of oregano&lt;br /&gt;- Salt &amp; black pepper&lt;br /&gt;- Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The meat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Breast meat - skin and bones removed. Sprinkle and rub with a bit of salt, black pepper, oregano &amp; basil. Let it marinate for 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finely chopped all the stuffing ingredients and mix them thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boning_knife"&gt;boning knife&lt;/a&gt; and cut open a hold in the breast meat. &lt;br /&gt;3. Insert the stuffing into the breast meat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seal the opening with a toothpick. &lt;br /&gt;5. Heat pan with olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pan-fry the meat with medium heat, about 10-12 minutes for each side (depending on the thickness of the meat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The sauce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cherry tomatoes - burst them with your fingers (gross, but fun. Please be careful not to squirt tomatoes juices everywhere in the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;- Preggo tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;- Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;- Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat pan with olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;2. Throw in Preggo tomato sauce and squashed cherry tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add sugar to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Pan-fried, stuffed chicken breast meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SazRBdqKw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/q4daxf7-F2s/s1600-h/food4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SazRBdqKw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/q4daxf7-F2s/s320/food4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308847883834540866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SazRBboWulI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DOXUaK8SlaU/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SazRBboWulI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DOXUaK8SlaU/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308847883290065490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4707685241241915271?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4707685241241915271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-cook-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4707685241241915271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4707685241241915271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-cook-part-2.html' title='I Can Cook!! (Part 2)'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SazRBdqKw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/q4daxf7-F2s/s72-c/food4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-7720815747986743651</id><published>2009-03-02T12:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:16:23.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Save the Environment... Not!</title><content type='html'>We went to Carrefour on the weekend to do some grocery shopping. Fueled up to do our bits to save the environment by reducing plastic bag consumption, we brought along our eco-friendly green bag (which, btw, is maroon in colour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly, we were stopped at the entrance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: Excuse me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(pointing at my green bag)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Oh... this... it's my green bag.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(smile)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: I need to seal it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(getting ready to seal my green bag with those little plastic seal)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Seal it?!?!?!?! How am I going to use it to put my groceries when I've pay it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(smile dying fast)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(thinking hard)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: I want to reduce plastic bag consumption. And this is my eco-friendly, green bag. &lt;i&gt;(convincing smile)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of the sudden, he stuffed my green bag into a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PLASTIC BAG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and seal the plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: Nah... here you go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(handing to me my bag stuffed in a plastic bag)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: @_@"" I brought along the green bag so that I do NOT have to use plastic bag. And you're putting it into a plastic bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(ignoring me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I was so in shock. No offense to the guard. He's probably doing what he is instructed to do - seal &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; bags (this includes hand bags, notebook bags, paper bags, ECO-FRIENDLY GREEN BAGS, etc.), to prevent thievery / shoplifting. If that is so, then instructions should be more clear. Green bags should be allowed to be carried in for usage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... on the way out, I saw at the counters, they were selling eco-friendly green bags. Save the environment by using these bags? Now, can we do it if they stuff our green bags into plastic bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look for a suggestion/feedback box, but I couldn't find it. And we were running out of time... Nevertheless, I will definitely search for the feedback form and put this down in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eco-friendly green bag... nicely stuffed in a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SatnS9ZfH9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/oes2cWXAhoo/s1600-h/bag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SatnS9ZfH9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/oes2cWXAhoo/s320/bag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308450161203027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-7720815747986743651?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/7720815747986743651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-environment-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7720815747986743651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/7720815747986743651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-environment-not.html' title='Save the Environment... Not!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SatnS9ZfH9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/oes2cWXAhoo/s72-c/bag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-67287714841729817</id><published>2009-02-27T09:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:39:36.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Yummy Cherries</title><content type='html'>For XX years of life on earth, I have, at last, know how cherries taste like. Ok ok, I don't count those preserved, sweetened, red-dyed "fruit" on top of black forest cakes as REAL cherry. Thanks to my relatives, I get a chance to savour this delicious fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherries are niceeeeeeee!!! Very very nutritious and good for health too (n_n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in a very very very nice box. Top view of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadD0DDNjeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gL9QbHprRi0/s1600-h/cherry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadD0DDNjeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gL9QbHprRi0/s320/cherry3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307285247330455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadDbMSlHQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eOEoyG1cCRE/s1600-h/cherry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadDbMSlHQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eOEoyG1cCRE/s320/cherry1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307284820314103042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Ta-da!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; @_@ Cherries galoreee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadD0d8XLvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GvfsexvxjJE/s1600-h/cherry4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadD0d8XLvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GvfsexvxjJE/s320/cherry4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307285254549483250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My serving at a time... YUMZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadDbHPioBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6q4qIuMKkVw/s1600-h/cherry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadDbHPioBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6q4qIuMKkVw/s320/cherry2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307284818959179794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-67287714841729817?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/67287714841729817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherries-galore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/67287714841729817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/67287714841729817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherries-galore.html' title='Yummy Cherries'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SadD0DDNjeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gL9QbHprRi0/s72-c/cherry3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646354991523110307.post-4337046225350030898</id><published>2009-02-26T09:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:16:53.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I Can Cook!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!! I can cook. I never really realise it until I got married. It was like a hidden talent. Unexplored skill. Gift bestowed by God. Or, maybe I am just to overwhelmed by the fact that I am actually cooking! Hey, I deserve a little pat on my back, right (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... I can cook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on some dishes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fry fish fillet with ginger and spring onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX1cQQLnmI/AAAAAAAAANw/jIgp3Ebhm04/s1600-h/food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX1cQQLnmI/AAAAAAAAANw/jIgp3Ebhm04/s320/food1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306917601673977442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fry some unknown vege. It's nice and crunchy. But I still do not know the name of the vege &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX4EBQTq6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ok5L4Ex73Hw/s1600-h/food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX4EBQTq6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ok5L4Ex73Hw/s320/food2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306920483865996194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's potato + chicken recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX5Kkany8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DRz7ImpRN9c/s1600-h/food3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX5Kkany8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DRz7ImpRN9c/s320/food3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306921695895342018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646354991523110307-4337046225350030898?l=life-quests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/feeds/4337046225350030898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-cook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4337046225350030898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646354991523110307/posts/default/4337046225350030898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-quests.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-cook.html' title='I Can Cook!!'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17759895653490281603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPlefFDgsdg/SaX1cQQLnmI/AAAAAAAAANw/jIgp3Ebhm04/s72-c/food1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
